It was love at first sight. Again. After losing my beautiful Lucy in June, I thought my heart would break and I'd never be able to love another dog. Then, a great big bounding, slobbery kisser came into my life and changed all that.

Seven year-old Logan's owner had died and he was pining. I think we were both feeling a mixture of grief and 'what now?' when we met each other. I decided to foster him at first but that decision only lasted two hours. By the time I'd driven him home (to the tune of some serious howling) left him to sniff around (he peed up the side of the bookcase) while I prepared dinner (head in the fridge and more howling) then sat with my feet up on the sofa (he lay upside down on the other sofa) I had already decided that I'd keep him.

We've adopted each other now and are working through some of our individual quirks. He wants to eat small dogs for breakfast and so, is being socialised at training classes. I want a long lie-in at the weekend but he's decided that's completely out of the question. As soon as daylight enters the room, the skin is practically licked off my face and he's jumping all over me. I love him to bits.

Trish & Logan xx