Hester Regoort

Ned, Neddy, the Nedster—he was a lab-cross enigma wrapped in wobbling, lovable confusion. His big floppy ears pointed every which way, his grey coat gleamed like satin in the sun, and his face could melt hearts while he tried—often unsuccessfully—to negotiate life’s mysteries. Every flop down the stairs, every accidental slide across the kitchen floor, every confused glance said: “Admire my genius… or at least don’t trip over me.” Ned loved chicken. Really loved chicken. Stuffed in a Kong,...

From the moment I meet Sissi, it’s obvious: this six-month-old Vizsla has one mission in life—to conquer every sofa and every heart in...

When I first met Ralphie, the family’s fluffy Cockapoo, I was a bit sceptical. Smaller and "modern" breeds just weren’t my thing. I loved...