Emma Foster, 38, from Somerset, Glastonbury
I’m mad about dogs, particularly rescues. My first rescue was a white Chihuahua, called Minnie, who had lived on a puppy farm in squalor for five years.
The day I picked Minnie up from the rescue, in 2010, was the first day of her being a loved dog.
When she came to me, Minnie’s little legs, feet and tummy were yellow from lying in her own urine, and she was terrified of people. She lived in a dog bed, in my kitchen next to the radiator, under a duvet for the first six months.
You wouldn’t know Minnie was in the kitchen until she peeped her tiny head out of the duvet. When Minnie did venture out, if you looked at her she’d run…
