I’ve been wanting my own Staffordshire Bull Terrier ever since my childhood companion Pugsy passed away 6 years ago, and when my good friend John came home with Herbie – the cutest little blue staff I’d ever seen – I knew I needed to go and check out his brothers and sisters and find myself a new little friend.

It was quite a drive there and back but boy was it worth it, having been late to the party the pickings were slim but Ronnie and I, the runt of the litter, were¬†inseparable¬†from the moment I walked through the door. He didn’t handle the drive back very well but he seems to be settling into his new home very well indeed, thankfully.