‘The runt of the litter,’ explained the breeder, in October last year.
As the 4-month-old pup stared up at me, all mournful eyes and saggy chops, I didn’t think twice about it.
‘I’ll take her!’ I declared.
Me and hubby Paul, 41, had wanted a British bulldog for years.
Our kids Georgia, 18, Lottie, 15, Freddie, 7, and Charlie, 4, all adored Dolly. Even better, she quickly settled into a routine with our Labrador Sam, 8.
On 18 December last year, I let them into the back garden.
Ten minutes later, Sam began whimpering, pawing the door.
Dolly walked in slowly, choking.
Plunging my hand into her mouth, I felt a twig.Next minute, she swallowed it.
Panicked, Paul drove me and Dolly to Vets Now, an emergency animal hospital in…
