Some people begin their day with a coffee. Some, with yoga. Ours begin with wet, sloppy kisses and we wouldn’t have it any other way.

We live for floppy ears, waggy tails, and a whole lot of boops.

No matter where, when we see a furry little fella, we get on all our fours, look into those puppy eyes and go, ‘Who’s a good boy?’, in that baby voice of course.

Because who are we kidding? Big or small, they’re always babies.

And we fuss over them like any mother does. Perhaps a little more than most mothers do.

We gladly skip Friday night parties for early morning walks. Make more friends at dog parks than at pubs.

Our insta-stories feature cute sleeping poses instead of Dalgona coffees. We’ve got dog-mom groups to plan elaborate birthday parties. We’ve even got a different remedy for every kind of sneeze.

Yeah, we go all out, always. Because that’s what you do when you are seriously in love.

Some people do call us obsessive. Some think we’re nuts.

I guess we are. Nuts over mutts.

It all started when a two-month-old Beagle puppy walked into my life, four years ago. Within days Poppy became the centre of my world. My love for her got me obsessing about every tiny aspect of her life. Most of all, her nutrition. I spent hours on end, figuring out the perfect diet for my baby. And I am here to share that little secret with you.