|Yasmine Le Bon for Mungo and Maud|
Emma called round at about midday for a dog walk. She looked elegant in a dark trench coat and sunglasses. I muttered something about looking a mess as I struggled to fold Capri's slender legs into her aubergine knitted coat and fastened her tasteful black-leather collar around her dainty neck. Hmmm.... think I'll get an overweight, scruffy dog to boost my self-esteem.
Ed caught me browsing pictures of overweight, scruffy dogs on the internet this evening to use on the blog.
'Are we getting another dog??!! Please can we get another dog?'
At that point Brian emerged from his studio, wearing paint spattered overalls and his face smeared in charcoal dust he spoke for the first time all day.
'We are not getting another dog. A man walking two dogs looks like a man walking two dogs. A man walking three dogs looks like a dog walker.'
Ed ignored him.
Here's Madame Pri Pri in her pashmina, posing with other whippets at Rachel's place.
'mummy? daddy? what am I doing here with all these dogs? When are you coming to collect me?'