I love my mum, the one who lets me on the laptop to write my blog, but she’s not my real mum, my doggie mum Holly. I’ve not seen her since I was an eight-week-old pup but we’re going on a visit this weekend and she lives nearby so we’ll be meeting up! Will she remember me; will my brother Buzz, or my aunt Brogan? I’m so excited. They’re semi-working dogs who go shooting at the weekends, gathering up the birds like pheasant and grouse. Nothing like that on the beach – but maybe they can teach me how to get a seagull!