My dog, the illegal alien
Finding Macy
Nov 4 · 11 min read

I found Macy in a horrible little puppy-farm amidst the urban sprawl of Greater Manchester; an anonymous estate full of stone-clad houses, somewhere in the north of England. It was early in 2013 when I visited the unkempt house and to this day I clearly remember entering the lounge with trepidation knowing full well the ‘breeder’ had been far from honest about the state of affairs. There were…

