That first bit was all a bit dark and serious, wasn’t it? Sorry about that. I just wanted to convey how well and truly fucked I was, no hope, and on a path to certain death, so that you can see what one tiny 4-legged soul mate can do in an instant.

Now convention here would be to get a dog that got me out the house. A good active sporting breed or herding breed. A dog that needed walking all day so I would get back into exercise, get those endorphins pumping, and on...