Photos of Jet - my dog

my sister and I found Jet as a stray one summer in the mid-late 80s. We failed spectacularly to convince my parents to let us keep her, but she knew a good thing when she saw it and spent that night sitting at the bottom of the garden howling.

Sensible grown-up hearts were melted and (after some stern warnings about what would happen if we didn't look after her,) Jet became part of the family. She died in 2001, after a long and happy life with us. I still think of her fondly and often.