"You gotta remember that you're callin' it out, too," Kate points out. "Can't be all complicated like a racehorse's name. Or a name that you'll be ashamed of. Mr Abbott, one of our neighbours, let his little boy name their new sheepdog. Last I heard, he was still callin' out 'Fluffy' when workin' his sheep."

Gently, she manages to roll the puppy onto his back, and starts to rub his belly.

"He's a good little boy," Kate says, glancing up - and up. He's tall, is Jensen. Tall and half naked. "I grew up with dogs."