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.