Growing up, there was always a wire-haired fox terrier in the house - Judy, then Hector (how my dad hated what my sister called him) and Scamp (Dad's retalliation). As David has said, we didn't have a dog of our own, mainly because I couldn't leave one in kennels. But we have always minded other people's - my mum's yorkie, my friend's 57 with her tiny pups - Aww!, other friends' labs, boxers, lurchers etc. Eventually we succumbed to our daughters' plea to have a dog when we saw a sign for puppy walkers. (We knew they would be well cared for back in the Guide Dog Centre.) "We'll show them how hard it is to have a dog - we know they'll soon get fed up of taking it a walk, and clearing up after it." But give them their due, they were marvellous, and really did their fair share - of everything. And so we continued to puppy walk for Guide Dogs, or board for them. And now, one daughter, approaching 30 is thinking of taking it up again.
But now, after teaching, then computer programming and looking after a family from children to grandparents, we have decided to try to make a go of it. We're trying very hard to enjoy working! When we had a mid-life crisis, we went off doing studenty things - campsite repping in Italy, or chalet hosting in the French Alps, and now we're settling down again - to look after dogs!
And so.... here we are.