I've mentioned in the past that boxer dogs are crumpet magnets. Now's the time to move up to the next stage and introduce puppies. Be in no doubt about it, if you take a puppy of any sort into a pub, you'll get a flock of women round you before you have the chance of buying a pint and a decent look down the barmaid's cleavage as she leans across the bar to coochicoo the puppy. Take it from me, the smaller the puppy the better. The Ahhhs and Awwws you get are inversely proportionate to the size of the pup. Sooner or later, scientists will make mice that look like miniature terrier pups and then we will be? One minute cooing over them down the pub and the next screaming blue murder and standing on a chair if she finds one in the house. There's a mystery though worth thinking about in that every bird you encounter has two questions. What the pup's name is and how old it is. I know enough about women to get me by without getting my collar felt more often than some, but it's beyond me why a stranger wants to know what my pup's name is or when it was born. I think the trick is to keep the puppy out of sight in your pocket and only produce it when you see a bird you fancy, otherwise you'd never get the chance to drink your beer.