My name is Emma and I’m not as young as I look. I failed to meet Mr. Good Enough and make babies, so I came to the conclusion that a dog would be a good substitute.
One rainy day in November, I drove from Cambridge to Bristol to pick up Betty from a service station. Once home, the darling sleepy bundle transformed into a crazy alien. Nothing I’d read had prepared me for this, so I decided to share my experience raising Betty, and “Pupsnet” was born.