What really upsets me is so many good people would have given anything to provide Daniel Pelka with a fresh start, a new life with new parents. And a swift and decisive intervention at just the right time would mean he'd still be alive now... Instead, today, we have the grim task of poring through a Serious Case Review laying bare the failures that denied little Daniel this second chance.
I roll over and look at my wife, she is staring hard at the ceiling, I recognise that look - unless I'm very much mistaken that's her "I've-just-tutted-to-wake-you-up" look. "Did you just tut?" Silence. "Are you okay?" "I'm FINE" *Tut* "Have I done something wrong?" She gets out of bed and starts stomping round the bedroom, viciously pulling the curtains open.
I have to admit it - I was never really much of a feminist! If I'm being even more honest I spent most my twenties not really understanding the concept, nor even thinking about it for that matter. Like most flat chested high-pitched cocky young girls - I thought I had it ALL figured out, and when I needed advice I went to the people I could trust the most; my Mum and Grandma.
It is perhaps no wonder that I often read comments from younger people vehemently arguing against getting older. They don't want to lose their money, independence, purpose or standard of living, nor do they want to need care or be the recipient of poor care. For all of us who possess youth rather than experience the time to change this culture is now.
However inconsequential for our pets, I do feel a dog's name serves an important function to owner rather than dog. My dog training clients are encouraged to use the name to mean 'look at me' (taught by saying the dog's name and giving a treat when they look at you). This way you can get the dog's attention before giving a command.