....and there he was. Not completely like Danny but could have been a relation. He was as thin as a rail and covered in blue paint. Danny and he sniffed each other a bit and appeared to get on. So we took him out for a walk and he was so good. Danny and he got on very well but it wasn't to last. Denise said "you must call him Paddy, after all it's St Patrick's Day." I agreed that Paddy was the name for him. It would have been rude not to. So a few rules were ignored (they didn't do a home visit) and we got to take him home that very day. Danny continued to look on him favourably. He settled in well until Danny tried to shag him and he didn't like that one bit. Over the next few months all went well but Paddy was never quite as friendly towards Danny as Danny was to Paddy.