One of my first trips away from home was when I was just a few months old. I’d lost most of my puppy fat and my mammy, daddy and sister took me down to Hailey Park, Llandaf so I could run about and scare the cyclists on the Taff Trail. I wasn’t very good at coming when I was called then and so it was a bit silly of daddy to take me there and expect me to listen. Still, he didn’t care as he was happy taking photographs of the graffiti wall. I think he left mammy and sister to chase after me and get told off by the other dog walkers and people on bikes. Well, it wasn’t my fault – I was excited!