Labradors, moths, and you.

Yes, you!

I was puppy-sitting over the weekend for my in-laws. She’s a fresh-faced, big-pawed, glossy-coated black labrador and it would have been a relaxing couple of days if it wasn’t for the occasional ankle nibble.

“Occasional?” questions my partner, reading this over my shoulder. The puppy in question is busy tearing up some newspaper while I write, giving my…