Just in case you didn’t think Bubba had me wrapped tightly enough around her little finger: this.

When I put Bubba to bed, she has to give Bella and Beary loves through the bars of her cot. Bella first, then Beary, then Bella again. Then one more dig deep into Beary’s fur.

A couple of nights ago after this routine and Mumma loves, I closed her bedroom door as usual. A few minutes later I heard the cry: puppies.

I went in (along with my fuzzy sidekicks) and there she lay, huge cheeky grin on her face, arms thrust through the bars of the cot, ready to bury her little hands in their big furry coats. Aw puppies, love!

Very cute. Even if a little cheeky.

Me? Bewitched? Nah.

(Well, maybe just a little!)