Jackson spent the entire time in India patting, playing with, feeding, cuddling, kissing, rollicking and annoying the many, many, many millions of stray dogs that can be found in every corner of every road in every town across the continent.
After half-heartedly wiping his hands with Detol gel for a day or so, I just gave up and let him get on with it.
(As an aside, during the whole trip, I got ill twice, Jackson vomited once and Dave…well Dave’s is a story that you’ll have to get him to tell you one day…)
Anyway, the upshot of all this is that Jackson desperately wants a puppy.
I do not want a puppy and Dave has a kinda vicious pit bull terrier that will eat any puppies that come near her.
So sorry Jackson, despite your sweetest pleeeeeeease-can-I-have-a-puppy face (as demonstrated above), there will be no little doggie in your near future. Totally sucks to be you.