As is often the case my first encounter of the day had four legs, runs at the speed of a bullet in the backside of a Bat out of hell and has a rather irritating habit of gnawing my hands. Yes, I was woken by Missy Dog jumping on my bed and declaring that she was awake so I should be too and I should be making a fuss of her.
Missy is just under 12 months old now and is still very much a puppy in mentality. She’s a brown Border Terrier and incredibly slim, full of beans and very friendly. We bought Missy not long after we had to have Lady Day put down after she suffered a strike and it was partially felt Ben would struggle being on his own, but mainly we missed not having two dogs. Aside from Missy and Ben, I have been somewhat alone today until I went to work, where the first human of the day I met was John the Fish. An older regular who likes a pint of Shropshire Gold and earns his nickname from his position in the fishing society.