I adopted Wilma in 2009. I had thought long and hard about getting a dog and only committed to having one when I had a job where I could take a dog into the office with me. Wilma was one of a litter of puppies abandoned just before Christmas. I've no idea what kind of dog she is - probably some Staffie in there somewhere but I always call her my 'brown dog'. The first picture is of her on the day I took her home, wrapped in a fleece against the snow. 9 years on we have shared many adventures. She is a high-energy, daft, dog - brilliant with children, dreadful with other dogs.... I love Wilma, my brown dog to bits.