This week I have been to the railway station every night to meet Dad when he comes off the train. We usually stand on the opposite platform to see if we can spot him inside the carriage, then when everyone comes over the bridge Mum asks me if I can smell him yet. People seem to cheer up when they see me waiting, and then Dad gives me a big cuddle. Yesterday we walked back to the car and there was loads of noise and baning in a car parked next to us. Inside was an Airedale, as big as my dear departed friend Oscar. This dog had seen me or smelt me, and he was desperate to come out and say hello. His tails was baning aginst the windows as he wagged it fiercely. His owners were a bit po faced as they just got in and drove off with their LCD mount. Shame.