No, he’s not the rugged-yet-deeply-sensitive hero of a Mills & Boon romance novel circa 1966. Although I have it on good authority he’s the best spooning companion a girl could ask for. My friend Reboot has decided to take on a career as a mini-sausage-dog breeder and Handsome will be the patriarch of many litters of little sausagey critters. Just as soon as he hits sausage-dog-puberty.

Is there anything better in the whole world than a puppy?