We have a dog. To be precise a Welsh Springer Spaniel. Her name is variably Tree-Tree, or Poppy, depending on who in the family you talk to. Kate, and Tom by default are calling her Tree-Tree: Kate because she decided that was what the puppy’s name was going to be, and Tom because he has been “influenced” by his big sister. Dean and I are calling her Poppy, because it suits her and it also adapts well to poopy, ploppy and, of course, puppy. All of which are useful terms for a 10 week old dog.
We are all in the getting-to-know-you phase but so far she has proved herself to be a very sweet little girl, if quite different from our beautiful Lucy, who died last year and left a great gaping hole in all of our lives. Things will be different but I have to say it is just wonderful to be a dog-owner again. We missed having a four legged friend around.
