Relaxing on the sofa, I heard a familiar pattering sound, then a tiny figure jumped up beside me.
‘Hello, gorgeous,’ I smiled, as my dachshund Jimmy Chipolata snuggled up.
Jimmy had been living with me, my husband Matt, 48, and our kids Jacob, 14, and Hannah, 12, since October 2016.
A rescue dog, he’d been in a terrible state when we got him. Overweight, he didn’t go for walks on a regular basis.
With his little legs and big tum, he looked a picture.
‘We’ll get you fit,’ I’d vowed, putting him on a diet and walking him twice a day.
At first, he huffed and puffed, and got blisters on his paws.
Poor sausage!
But, within eight months, he was pup and running, having dropped half his body weight.…