Regular readers of this blog will know how I feel about dogs. I love them. I mean, I really really really love them. They make me incredibly happy with their snuffling and padding, licking and pawing, stretching and bounding. Though I’ve been lucky to have lots of dogs in my life – Rosie, Rufus, Winston, Tammy and Mac – I haven’t had a dog of my own since I was a teenager.
Except now I do.
Pick him up on the first day of the summer holidays. Pick him up in 33 days, 22 hours and 18 minutes.
How am I going to get to sleep until then??