A visit to the Wagah Border or that time I almost lost my hand to a police dog

I love dogs. Big, tall, small, wide, fluffy, gruff-y, labs, pugs, poodles, mastiffs – you name it. And because I have been deprived of owning one myself (thank you parents, my childhood will be forever incomplete), I tend to get quite excited whenever I see one. Suddenly, I am 7 and can’t stop hopping and squealing, … Continue reading A visit to the Wagah Border or that time I almost lost my hand to a police dog