I've just taken delivery of Hetty's cosy fleece jacket. It is Santa Claus red. I think she likes it. I am almost longing for autumn so we can sashay together around our suburban streets, scuffing leaves. Although, I think I let the side down somewhat in the glamour stakes with my scuffed ballet pumps and frayed jeans.
I also bought the bristly beast a new house collar. It's a gorgeous burnt red silk brocade. I think it only right and proper that a starved mutt, who spent 2 years tethered on a skanky colliery allotment, should have a bit of elegant refinement in her life.
Who would have thought there was a whole magical website dedicated to sight-hound couture.