I craved unconditional love. Then I met Jasper, a nervous greyhound with a habit of running away
Everyone told me that adopting a dog was a bad idea. I was an avid traveller; a freelance writer, and no great respecter of routine. My longest commitment to anything remains the direct debit for my phone network provider. But in March 2020, just as the world began to change, I headed to Battersea Dogs & Cats Home in London to meet an anxious greyhound called Jasper.
I had told no one but my housemates of my plans to adopt. They had courteously agreed to cohabit with a canine and we had perused a site filled with drooling pit bulls and champagne puppies. Privately I dreamed of a dachshund. Then I met Jasper.