Vegan Campout

The bubble of kindness at the event burst and part of me seethed with anger that an aggressive dog should be brought to such an event (although his owner said that he was just nervous), and part of me wanted to burst into tears as I bent down to check that Ruff was ok. He had saliva and teeth marks on his back with little protection on his recently cut coat, but thankfully the teeth had not broken his skin. He had given me a look of panic as the dog launched onto his back, as though he was being told off (not that we ever tell him off) and in that split moment, I never thought I could love our little dog more than I did, and my need to protect him went into overdrive.

It was a true reminder to me of just how important our dogs are in our lives and how our aim is for us to care for and protect them as best we can, and in return, we just ask for their ever-present company as we are their world as much as they are ours.

The joy of being at a vegan festival knowing that we could eat everything available, meant that he was just the same. We allowed him to pick up any scraps of food off the ground, and he spent the entire day returning to his roots when he was on the streets as a young puppy in Cyprus and had to fend for himself – he spent the day scavenging off the dry grass, and also licking whoever stopped long enough to talk to him!

I just love vegan festivals, as the mindset of everybody is how the rest of the world should be and I cannot wait for Vegfest in London in November…….I’m so happy to be talking at Vegfest this year – hooray!