Otis has just turned three, his birthday was on the 21st. The last three years have flown by, he is probably the best thing that has ever happend to me. I suffer with anxiety and depression, and he has helped me through some dark days, he sleeps on my bed, and it is so comforting having him close by. He is the loveliest soft sweet cuddly dog. Of course he is far from perfect, he chews, he occasionaly empties the bin if he can, I still have to watch his toileting, he will eat anything and everything, he will pinch food given the opportunity, but it is all part of being Otis. I remember getting him as a puppy, at eight weeks, what an adventure. The puppy months, were a mixture of joy at getting to know one another, a learning curve , mixed in with a bit of stress. We are now great companions, and I would never be without him.