How Skype is helping pet-lovers with separation anxiety

WHEN I got my dog, Charlie, he was so small he could fit in the palm of my hand. When I moved house eight months later, I had to carry him in my two arms.

His first day at home was spent cowering under a chair, while my three sisters, brother, the neighbours, my mother, and I took turns peering at him.

It didn’t take him long to realise he had landed on his feet with us and the brazen, cheeky chappy was soon sauntering around like the lord of the manor.