Cockapoo parents… stop scrolling. It’s that weird post-Christmas limbo where no one knows what day it is (I’m told it’s Sunday), I’m resembling a festive slug with a faint dusting of glitter, and my diet is roughly 80% cheese, pâté and Quality Street. Resolutions? Absolutely not. I break those by about the 3rd of January. I do small steps and decent amends. The kind that actually stick once the turkey haze lifts. Mine for 2026? • Brush Lenny little and often • Bath both my floofs properly • Fewe