Rylee was nearly one and a half years old. He had been returned to the Home twice that year already and the staff were becoming concerned about his welfare, and his future. There were only so many times that Rylee could misbehave and blot his copybook. Rylee was a German Wire-Haired Pointer and his current abode, and probably his last if he didn’t get his act together, was the world-famous Battersea Dogs Home. Rylee didn’t want to live in the city. Nor did he want to share a house with noisy children. And he hated cats. These requirements had reduced the number of potential new owners month on month, and a one-way trip to the vets was on the cards.
hatedRylee was energetic and he loved other dogs, sometimes a little too roughly, and on occasion, rather too passionately. He could run all d
