Paws and tails tumbled over each other as I looked over the pen.
Originally intent on choosing a black Labrador, my eyes shifted to another little pup who'd pushed its way forwards.
A little fat pudding. His dark eyes locked with mine and I melted.
I picked up his yellow, furry, wriggling body and gave him a cuddle.
The pup was 11 weeks old.
Took him home in January 2014 and called him Harvey.
He announced himself to the birds in the garden by hurtling after them.