Within a week or so, I was working in Kent about 60 miles from the flat and my wife phoned me around lunchtime saying that the yorkie centre had called.
They had a four year old Yorkie at a house an hour north of where I was living who was booked in to be put down at 3.30 that afternoon, they had asked five other people to take him but they had all refused as he had bitten the owner, we were the last resort to save him.
It was now approx midday, It would take me an hour to get home and another hour to get there, plus traffic and I couldn't leave the job till 3.00 p.m.
After a few phone calls and a lot of juggling, I got home and picked my wife up and we got to the offending house at 5.00p.m. |