Twilight belongs to Stephanie Meyer. I just like to daydream about the characters and play with them.

I met him. The perfect one for me. He's gorgeous and intelligent and really listens to me when I talk.

I wasn't out looking for him. I wasn't looking for myself, either. My mother thought it a good idea for us both to go over there and take a look around, see if anything caught her fancy. She dragged me along with her because "it will be fun". I didn't think it would be fun at all.

I'm surprised the owners of the place let her in, looking like a hippy from the 60's. But they smiled politely and let her through. Must have been desperate for business.

My mother was being rude, making comments about the ones she saw. Too old. Ugly, lacks basic hygiene, has little hair.

I kept my head down and just prayed that she would give up trying find the perfect one for her and leave. But then I heard a noise and looked up. And I saw him standing right in front of me, staring into my soul. Time stopped and I know he was perfect for me. I had to have him.

And that's why 30 minutes later, I was £20 lighter, having paid a Temporary Reservation fee and prepared to adopt my new Spaniel, Max.