Meet Bailey.

He is 8 weeks old, a Maltalier (Maltese x King Charles Cavalier Spaniel) and utterly gorgeous.

He threw up on me twice on our trip home, I have had to clean up a number of smelly accidents - but that doesnt make me adore him any less.

So far we've discovered that he likes pouncing on tall grass, enjoys playing Dr Livingstone by exploring jungle territory (otherwise known as the garden) and sleeps for copious amounts every day.

He has long legs that he will need to grow into - and which cause him some co-ordination troubles at present. He often appears to be drunk or trips over his own feet when he gets hyper.

He tags along everywhere I go (unless he's exploring) so I now have a little companion who trots along in my shadow up and down the house as I organise dinner or do the washing.

He's my little man - and I'm in love :)

(P.S dont worry big man I still love you too)