There is someone in our house who has the potential to make me the richest, most loved person in the world but they just won’t share their secret. There is someone in this house who is never sad, never cross when you come home late or forget to buy his favourite food., never annoyed by an inept turn of phrase or less than funny joke, and never put out that your friends were too loud and stayed too late. He chases the shadows of butterflies on the grass and can sit for hours in rapture at the thought of a mole burrowing somewhere deep beneath his feet. If wags were smiles his face would be a million creases and lines but even then you just know he wouldn’t mind. He never worries about how he looks or if his appearance is dirty and unkempt. And he never ever fails to be thrilled when we appear at the door or the top of the stairs after an absence. He is of course the dog. But if he shared the secret to his total love of life and I could bottle it and sell it to the world at 20pence a litre I would be the richest most loved person in the world. But maybe that’s it. That’s the secret. He wouldn’t bottle and sell. He’d just share. Hmmmm. Well there’s a thought!