My friend has just got a new puppy - her first ever. A very cute cocker spaniel called Riley. Of course the three humans in our family were straight round for a cuddling session. I tried to do sharing, I really did, but I was in there like a shot sniffing his little puppy feet and nibbling his ears. Both my friends family and mine looked on in horror as I gave in to my strange urges to let him chew my hair and eat the soles of my boots. On the way home my son was having a right old moan about how I had 'hogged' the puppy and that he 'barely got a look in' and I have to admit that I was absolutely horribly selfish about getting right in there. I must admit I felt a bit shame-faced about it all but secretly wasn't sorry. So what if I have a puppy addiction? Later that night we were going to bed I started a conversation with my husband that went 'Can....' and he immediately said 'No' before I had even finished. We both knew what was coming and I guess it was best to just nip that thought in the bud. So here's a picture of the gorgeous Gordon MacDonald when he was just 13 weeks old. Imagine him chewing your hair and nibbling your ears!
