Here at Raffles, I share my life with two dogs: Brenda, my Doberman Pinscher and Mr P, my boisterous poodle. Brenda used to jump on the chaise-longue, roll on her back and piss in Belladonna the Maid's face and was rewarded for doing so with copious amounts of Bonio's. Mr P is short for Mr Puffywuffycutesweetgummywummygumdrop (Fanny likes a mouthful!). Mr P likes his cuddles and walks in the rain.
In this photo taken yesterday, you can see that Mr P stands incredibly still sometimes, so still that it's possible to put down a wine glass and wine bottle for a while. He doesn't mind a bit. When I come back, not a drop of wine has been spilt!
Today, it dawned on me that it was high time I got Mr P taken to the dog grooming parlour - his tresses were unruly, he is long overdue for a haircut.
In this photo taken yesterday, you can see that Mr P stands incredibly still sometimes, so still that it's possible to put down a wine glass and wine bottle for a while. He doesn't mind a bit. When I come back, not a drop of wine has been spilt!
Today, it dawned on me that it was high time I got Mr P taken to the dog grooming parlour - his tresses were unruly, he is long overdue for a haircut.
Mr P was very unhappy about having to sit next to that bitch.
"What is it you'd like done for him?" said the dog grooming parlour assistant.
"Surprise me!" I said, before leaving the parlour to head off to my favourite high-class department store, Poundland.
Imagine my orgasmic delight when I returned to the dog parlour two hours later to pick up Mr P and found a transformed pooch.
Here he is, in all his glory....
I am so amazed by his transformation from a white fluff-ball to a work of art, I have walked him round the village (I, myself, was naked at the time, but for an umbrella) to show off his beautiful plumage.
