The RSPCA lady who arranged everything calls constantly for Hetty updates, and even drops in with presents of brocade collars and bowls of chicken and rice for the once-neglected, now pampered pooch. Last night she came over all Oprah. She declared,
'You know Miss Underscore, I firmly believe God doesn't give you what you want, he gives you what you need. You two are made for each other.'
Now, you know how I loathe all that 'everything happens for a reason' bullshit. But, I quite liked that line about God. I wanted a swarthy rogue. I needed an anorexic lurcher. Who knew?