Woody

Every evening, once Teddy was finally settled in bed (no easy job) and we could sit down to relax, Woody would take this as his cue to terrorise us.

Zooming around the house, pulling plants out of the flower beds and shaking the life out of them, chewing anything he could manage and launching an attack on Ed, to name but a few of his particular favourite activities. He wouldn't calm down until we had admitted defeat and headed off to bed ourselves.

These days, thankfully, we have a couch potato.

He still loves being naughty and will never turn down a good run around, but once he's home he's usually found in the most comfortable spot he can find — and preferably underneath a blanket.

Woody is a huge part of our family and, to be fair to him, he has had to endure not only Teddy through toddlerhood but us bringing another two babies into the home when we had Ena and then Suki. He's been amazing with all of them, and they in turn absolutely adore him.

When we first started spending time on the field, long before our plans for a flower farm had even begun to form, it was to give Woody somewhere to run. He loves chasing his ball and it was the perfect place for him to do it.

So it only felt right that he found his way into the name.

He's incredibly helpful at finding gaps in the fence for us to repair, demonstrating just how important they are by squeezing through them to chase the peacocks next door.

His enthusiasm for farm security is very much appreciated.

His methods, perhaps less so.

So although Whippet & Willow is now becoming a flower farm, Woody was here first.

And I suspect he'll continue to make sure we know who's really in charge.