And I'll always remember the day we went to collect her at the beginning of May 1993, this tiny gorgeous puppy: I didn't think Dad was bothered about coming with us (although I knew he would love her once she arrived) but he got up, got ready and said "I think I'll come with you"!! Of course, I was delighted and I can remember us all going to the seafront after we collected her (the family we got her from lived in a small seaside town in South Wales) and we had an ice cream. Dad was sat in the back with Harriet in a little plastic box and I can remember putting dabs of ice cream on my finger for her to lick off!!! Aaaaaaaw, it all seems so long ago but I have such a clear picture of it. Now, none of those I was with that day is in my life any more...my Dad, Harriet ...and the ex-thingy which I really couldn't care a kipper about because it has enabled me to give Harriet the indulgent life that she deserved in the last 7 years!!!
Sorry, folks, I've wittered on a bit here but I am sure you will understand!