This is Logan. Short, in my head at least, for Loganberry. Really he has been called after an enterprising five-year-old who has raised thousands for charity with his homemade Olympic Torch.
He’s my puppy. Or at least as close as I am going to get for the time being to having a puppy. Totally and utterly adorable. Don’t you just love puppies, and black Labradors make my heart turn over.
Here he is with his mum. She is gorgeous too.
I should have more pictures of him as he grows up. He is less than five-months-old. I shall probably never meet him. He’s going to be an assistance dog, more precisely a Hearing Dog for the Deaf, and I am one of many sponsors helping to pay for his training.
Here he is with his sibling.
As Christmas draws near, I am wondering about those gifts of sponsorship. Most of us have all that we need. So far, I have bought a harness for a working equine from the Brooke to give to my 96-year-old aunt, and some crew essentials from the RNLI for some friends. I hope they will be more welcome than the bubble bath or knitted gloves I might otherwise have bought.
Sometimes, a Dog is For Life, but also for Christmas.