When we first adopted our Romanian rescue, he was clueless as to how to be a writers dog. 12 months on and he’s got the hang of it now.

We have a little spoon in our spoon drawer. It’s not like all the others and I don’t know where it came from. It has a little thumb sized groove on the end and is particularly pleasing to use with my little pot of chocolate mousse. Yes, I’m middle aged. How did you tell?

This dufus was so happy to have a cuddle. After a day serving wealthy people with seemingly limitless budgets, (me, not him) his unwavering love is welcome.