Our Hattie has been growing apace. When she first arrived at Mulberry Cottage, she almost disappeared as she trotted down the garden path for all the flowers seemed to dwarf her.

And she looked like a little toy when sitting in front of the flowerbeds.

I made the mistake of dead-heading one or two roses in front of her and she soon got the idea that that was her job, only she didn’t pick spent roses to dead-head! Oh dear!

But it’s impossible to stay mad at a little puppy with huge hazel eyes and the cutest freckle-strewn nose ever, isn’t it?