I bumped into my neighbours the other day, just as they were getting out of their car, with Archie, their new addition to the family, swaddled in a blanket. I did lots of 'ooohing' and 'aahing'. When I got home, my brother called and showed off Molly, his new baby. I ooohed and aaahed all over again to my husband.

"You've gone all broody again, haven't you?" he said. "It's no good denying it, I can tell from the soppy expression on your face'"

"Yes" I admitted, "I'd quite like another one."

"You have thought it through, haven't you? It'll mean we can't just go away on holiday whenever we feel like it, the costs will add up and the house will look as if a bomb has hit it".

I know, I know, I know. But .... Dog got on so well with thirteen-week Molly the springer spaniel, and Archie the golden retriever puppy that I am now hopeful of finally being able to find a companion for her that she can tolerate in the house without attempting to kill it. Another little puppy, with a liking for flowers, just like she was ...

Puppy and Daffodils