Wag, wag, wag! Jumping off the settee, our boisterous black Labrador, Missy, was as excited about Christmas as we were.
Thankfully, I wouldn’t be slaving over spuds and sprouts, though.
My husband, John, 65, and I were going out for lunch with our son, Ryan, 30.
Now, as I got ready, John took our pooch for a walk around the lanes near our house.
An excitable 3-year-old, we often let Missy off the lead, so she could dart in and out of the bushes.
As usual, when they got back, she was panting, but full of life.
So, we scooped up our gift bags and set off.
That evening, Ryan’s twin brother, Lawrence, stopped by.
And Missy leapt off the settee to greet him, as usual.
‘Her leg’s wet,’ said…
