Imagine my surprise when the boys returned from their swim with a dog in tow! Apparently the poor thing had been whining for food by the lake, and they took such pity on her that they managed to lead her all the way back home, just to beg me to let them keep her. I put on a show of hum-ing and haw-ing but I could never have turned them down. Even little Matilda took to the hound quickly! I let the boys name her on account of their compassion - they chose the name Singwell, on account of her tuneful howling. A little on the nose, but a fine name nonetheless.












