I grew up with dogs on a remote farm in Texas and have always loved dogs with all my heart. It's something that's been on my mind for a while now, and a week ago I decided that I was going to bring a dog into my life, for the companionship. Whilst the cocktail parties and photo-shoots allow me to mix with a wide range of people, I always feel that a transvestite's best friend is a dog - Barbara Cartland always thought so.
Today, I purchased a pure-white 3-year old male poodle from a respected breeder in Aylesbury.
I named him
He has the most doleful eyes, yet is playful and loving. I'm going to be spending a lot of time with him and have opened up my entire home to him. He will have manicures and backscratches and ear massages and all the canine beauty treatments money can buy, as I've also appointed an assistant to take care of Mr P.
This is a closeup of how he looked this morning when I picked him up.
The canine beauty therapist came with some great experience - 6 years grooming pedigree dogs and she also claims she was the coiffurist for an A-list celebrity - and so the therapist advised me to allow Mr P a complete makeover, to bring out his beauty.
Here's Mr. Puffywuffycutesweetgummywummygumdrop after a 2-hour session in the salon.