It's been a while since I wrote a blog post and a lot has happened over the last few months. I don't really know where to start.. Basically, a couple of very significant things happened that led to them being probably the worst couple of months of my life. I don't really want to talk about the other things yet, maybe not ever, but today I want to talk about Derek.
In May 2008, when I was 15, after about 14 years of begging my mom for a dog, Derek wandered into our garden. A few months previously, my mom decided to give in and allow me to get a dog after I completed my Junior Cert exam that June so I had already been keeping an eye on our local animal welfare website in case the perfect dog appeared. (She says that she only agreed to get a dog to shut me up because the year before Derek arrived I literally begged her for a dog every single day).
