Every winner has a story and it is easy to imagine that many people are overnight successes without realising the years of grunt work which contributed to their success. And then there are those that remain unrecognised, ignored or even worse bullied and ostracised for being different. To love a winner is easy but loving the underdog is, I truly believe, a far more noble act. I live in a beautiful, small village inhabited with, less beautiful but, equally small minds. This sounds rather sad but I am happy with my lot – a fantastic husband and mini menagerie of other animals! Soon after we arrived in early springtime a stray, emaciated dog, resembling a Chocolate Labrador, started to cross our garden forlornly. This animal was in trouble – drooling and with crusty weeping eyes, his ribs resembled a finished meal. Over the course of several days we became friends and Rick and I decided to feed him. Covered in tics he was a beleaguered, sad beast but was desperate to be accepted. Boris,...
