SAUSAGE STROLL
As I pushed the buggy along the path, my two-year-old son Freddie was all smiles, taking in the sights of our local park.
Swirling around my legs, my two sausage dogs, Frank, four, and Charlie, two, were just as happy to be outdoors.
The park was adjacent to our back garden, and the four of us would head out there almost every day, keen to get out of the house for a while.
‘Right, who wants some chicken when we get home?’ I asked the pups, their
