Flagging a taxi, I was looking forward to getting home after a long day at work.
At the end of 2019, I was living in Qatar with my husband Dan, now 44, and daughter Darcy, now 10.
And as we drove through the desert, something caught my eye from the backseat.
There were a couple of stray dogs running around by a construction site.
Through the window, I could see they had collars on, but there was no owner in sight.
Craning my neck as we drove past, I was desperate to see if someone was there and responsible for the dogs.
But then I realised that
