I am loving the social life I’m developing since living on my own, but there is one problem:

Because my husband and I very rarely had any visitors, she’s quite unused to having people around – and she goes bananas!

Boing! Boing! Boing!

Jumping and licking the poor guest.

If they’re particularly unlucky, they’ll get a “love headbutt”.

Ouch!

Richard, my counsellor, is good with dogs, but we can’t let her into the room while I’m in therapy. Instead, she sits in the kitchen behind the child gate and makes funny noises for an hour.

Patricius is also very good with dogs. She eventually settled down and cuddled up with us both on the sofa, which felt wonderful!

Ambrosius isn’t very good with dogs and is very nervous. The more he flinched, the more excited she got: she saw it as play. In the end I had to lock her behind the child gate, which felt mean because is her house too – she and I are a family.

So, what am I to do with Stinkerbelle?

In the words of Jean-Luc Picard: I am willing to entertain suggestions.