This is the first of a handful of these I'll be doing, just little posts about things that will help you to get to know me a bit better...
When I was 10 I ran a campaign. I had Powerpoints, posters, Post-it notes and poems dotted around the house. I used an empty Vogels bag stuffed with fabric scraps, tied a piece of string around it and pretended it was a dog - walking it, feeding it - to prove I was up to the task of looking after a real one.
When I put my mind to something, I go all the way.
And six weeks later, probably more due to my parents getting sick of my campaigining than my haikus about how dogs make you happy, I got a puppy.
After much debate, he was named Cola (as in Coke-a-Cola), by my sister, so named for his dark coat. I wanted to call him Harvard so he'd be smart.
This pup (because no matter how old they are they will always be your puppy) is the glue of our family.