"Cousland made that exact same face when I suggested it for her mabari," says Alistair, mournful. "Will I ever meet someone who appreciates a good pun?"

He's still smiling, though, as he pats the dog's ribcage.

"No, it won't be his name. I'll think of something more dignified. Assuming his master doesn't come along and snatch him back from under our noses."