… a car ripped out in front of me on the day's run: when the dust cleared, a puppy, the imprint of her collar still on her neck, her feet freshly wet from the grass, confused and wandering around the power station fence. I approached, said hi, got a tail wag, picked her up, and carried her home – the rest being, as they say, a history of love and many dog pictures. Happy Discovery Day, Dear Puppers: I loathe how we met, but I'm forever grateful that you're in my life.