Dog borrowing service barks up right tree

SINCE I was a kid, we always had a family dog.

There was Scooby, our much-loved cocker spaniel; Fizz, a runt in every sense of the word, and then there was Toby, the warm ball of black fluff with a pink tongue and wet nose I picked up in a rescue home when she was just a pup, who became the sixth member of our family.

I miss Toby. I miss her lying at the foot of my bed when I read, I miss throwing sticks for her in the park and I miss looking into her big stupid eyes and making ridiculous kissing noises. So, ‘get a dog’ I hear you say. I can’t. I live in a fourth floor flat with no outdoor space, I’m rarely home, I travel with work, I’m skint and let’s not forget, I’m barely able to look after myself most of the time. So one day when I saw a tweet about BorrowMyDoggy, my heart leapt and I signed up right away.