Two by Two Professional Dog Walking and Pet Sitting

03/10/2025

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11/09/2025

Ahhh

10/09/2025

The ‘Dog Bus’ is currently off the road, having a new engine fitted. Thank you to Patrick and his team for being on the job so quickly and efficiently. Sorry for the inconvenience, should be back on the road next week.

09/09/2025

I’m sure some of you will relate to this 😂

07/09/2025

03/09/2025

It’s not just dogs we walk you know…. 😂

02/09/2025

They say ‘let sleeping dogs Lye’ ❤️

16/08/2025

08/08/2025

Beautiful Bailey, enjoying his extended break here at Two by Two ❤️

26/07/2025

For 198 days, Charlie waited.

He didn’t bark for attention. He didn’t jump. He just sat there — eyes quietly searching, heart silently hoping.

Every day, families came and went. They smiled at the puppies. They cooed at the tiny ones. But Charlie? He was always “too big,” “too shy,” or “just not the right fit.”

He watched them all leave — one by one — and with every goodbye that wasn’t his, his spark grew dimmer.
He stopped rushing to the front of the kennel.
He stopped dreaming out loud.
Instead, he curled into the same corner, on the same old blanket, holding onto a sliver of hope like a secret only he believed in.

And then, on day 198... she came.

Not with excitement or noise — but with stillness, and a softness in her eyes that said she understood. She walked past every cage, every cute, wagging tail, until she reached his.

She didn’t ask questions.

She just knelt down, looked into his tired, searching eyes, and said:

“Hey, buddy... I see you. Let’s go home.”

Charlie didn’t move at first. He was afraid to believe it. But when the kennel door opened, and the leash gently clipped on, he followed. Not out of trust — not yet — but out of the tiniest flicker of something he hadn’t felt in months:

Maybe. Just maybe.

The car ride was quiet. He sat beside her, unsure of what this meant. But halfway down the highway, she reached over and held his face in her hand — gently, lovingly — like he was already hers.

That’s when his tail moved.
Just once. Then again.
Then his whole body softened into her.

Because for the first time in 198 days, Charlie wasn’t invisible.
He wasn’t “too much.”
He was chosen.

And this ride? It wasn’t just to a house.
It was to the end of being overlooked.
The end of silence.
The end of waiting.

And the beginning of what every soul longs for:

A place to belong.
A person to trust.
A reason to wag again.

He’s not just going home.
He finally has one. 🐾❤️