A woman’s best friend
It’s a drizzly, cold morning and I’m watching my little one play in the leaves. ‘How old?’ asks a smiling woman, strolling towards me. ‘Still a baby,’ I say, dashing over as Lola lunges into a muddy puddle. ‘Just you wait for the teenage phase,’ she says. ‘That’s when I nearly handed Bertie back!’ I look behind her as Bertie bounds towards us, all long limbs and scruffy hair, tongue hanging out of his open mouth. ‘Cute!’ I say, and she smiles proudly.
“It’s not hard to understand why, in these uncertain and anxiety-provoking times, many of us have felt the pull of a puppy”
We’re talking about dogs, of course, although anyone listening might easily think we were new mothers, rehoming jokes aside. Since acquiring Lola the labradoodle, a
