Puppies & petals
You are what you eat, yet no one could accuse our lockdown Labrador puppy, Cricket, of being a delicate wee flower. There’s nothing he hasn’t tried to eat, from all of my shoes to the kids’ arsenal of Nerf gun ammunition, vintage blankets, our dining table’s legs and an entire loaf of freshly baked sourdough.
Left unattended in the garden, he is a canine composter. He’s sharpened his teeth on my antique seed dibber, chomped
