All you need is loveAs a little boy, I used to watch my mother put out basins of water for passing dogs when the weather was really hot, and the roads and pavements burned. Many a stray dog got a new lease of life – for a while. She also used to poke saucers of milk under the house when some homeless moggy had a new batch of kittens. My father and sister used to get very sarcastic about all this goodness: "All the mongrels in Carlton will line up soon," said my father. But I backed my …
