I fought a monster as he tore into my tiny toddler
Amy Hobson, 32.
Our bull greyhound, Nitro, bounded into the kitchen and lapped up crumbs from the floor.
The kids laughed at our furry vacuum cleaner.
“Can we get a puppy, Mummy?” my daughter, Luna-Ann begged.
“No love, we already have Nitro,” I replied.
As a single mum to Ellie-May, 13, Lily-Rose, 11, Luna-Ann, four, and Darren-John, two, as well as Nitro to look after, my hands were already full. But Luna-Ann wouldn’t stop badgering me.
“Please Mummy, I really want a puppy,” she pleaded.
I’d grown up in a family of dog lovers and Nitro had been around for as long as my kids could remember.
So, when a neighbour’s American bulldog had a litter of puppies, I…
