When my family told me they were adopting Dora, I was adamant that I would not be their dog-sitter. A dog is a dog! Well that was what I thought at the time. I had rules! The dog was welcome, but only on the balcony of my unit. The first night I looked after her she had a bed on the balcony and she had a rug. I watched her through the balcony door and every time she moved around and was uncovered I went out and covered her. I could not go to bed until they arrived home to collect her and watched over her till she went home. Of course the next time I looked after Dora she was allowed inside but only just. I still had rules but they had relaxed a little. Time after time as she was with me she edged her way into my heart and my life.To say nothing of my unit. Now she was on the carpet, in every room and sitting next to me on the lounge .It was not much later that I had her overnight. By this time there was only one place for her to sleep. Yes the rules had gone and she was on my bed. Dora is my much loved friend. I enjoy her company, look forward to looking after her and miss her when she goes home. My pet name for her is Dora when we are alone as that is her name. When referring to others about Dora I tend to call her Do-dog. Do - a corruption of Dora - and dog - to let people know I am not talking about an old Aunty called Dora (such an old fashioned name). As she was a Doggie Rescue Dog, we do not know the origins of her name. I like to think she belonged to a loving old lady who perhaps passed away, and that she was well looked after, and that is why she is such a loving dog. Others call her Fish (she does not look like one), or Fisherman (I have not seen her with rod or reel), but to me she will always be my precious Dora, or for people reading this Profile Do-Dog. | 
