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August 31, 2009

Biff%20cutest.jpgThe love of my life has luxuriant black hair, a playful demeanour and an excellent sense of humour. He is as proud of me as I am of him and good in most social situations, except those involving cats.

He is however, currently in the dog house - or should be. The reason: he has breached our tacit agreement. I am happy for him to run wild across farmers' fields for at least an hour a day, to swim through soupy rivers and roll in horse manure. I indulge him in all of the above and reach for the Kiehl's dog shampoo without complaining as I want him to have as much fun as possible living with me.

In return, he is happy to sit patiently under the table in restaurants, cafes and friends' houses. Normally, he can be relied on to do this, without so much as a murmur.

On Saturday evening however, he accompanied me to The Mad Hatter's where he proved unusually high maintenance, foraging (harmlessly I thought) in my bag. Only at the end of the evening did I discover he had eaten my Prada sunglasses - one of the last vestiges of my fashion editor days.

'Vilain!' I admonished him, using a word Luis taught me and trying to be cross. But it was impossible - not least because our neighbours were telling him how cute he is. I really liked my sunglasses but try as I might I just can't ever be angry with Biff, no matter what naughtiness he has been up to. Is this, I wonder, the definition of true love?

comments (10)

1. Posted by Martina on August 31, 2009 2:12 PM

Hello! I am sure I am one of the many who will now start reading your blog and of course I am about to purchase your book...all very inspiring indeed and just what I need to read on a dark, wet, dull and miserable Sunday in Dublin! Congratulations on the success of your book and your move to France! The stuff my dreams are made of :)

2. Posted by Martina on August 31, 2009 2:13 PM

Oh...and Biff is totally adorable..I have two Bichons and it is impossible to remain cross with them...shucks!

3. Posted by pierre l on August 31, 2009 3:22 PM

Yes, it does sound like love. Biff is alive, lovely and not replaceable; the sunglasses were lovely, not alive, and presumably replaceable (at a huge cost).
Still, sorry to read that (but anywhere near as sorry as I was when Biff was ill).

4. Posted by Tony on August 31, 2009 11:15 PM

I was in Mad Hatters on friday night and your beloved was roaming the room, although in France you are allowed dogs in the restaurant I am sure that plenty would be somewhat objectionable if my rather large border collie was in and out of other peoples tables not being controlled, I also think he is wonderful and love him to bits, but at home not in a restaurant. I would imagine like the majority of blogs, twitters and sites yours is one that accepts only the positive.

5. Posted by mimi pompom on September 1, 2009 12:36 AM


I am sorry that you were bothered by Biff's presence in The Mad Hatter's on Friday night, but I think it is a little unfair to suggest that he was 'roaming the room' and 'not being controlled' when in fact, he spent the almost the entire night lying quietly under the table. He slipped my attention for two minutes towards the end of the evening but he is not a large border collie and most people would agree that he is a very well behaved dog. I don't know how long you have lived in France, but dogs are welcome in many restaurants.

You have also made an incorrect assumption re my blog site. I publish all comments that people take the trouble to send, positive or negative. Fortunately, most are positive.

with best wishes


6. Posted by Bob and Lynda on September 1, 2009 4:44 AM

We were also at the Mad Hatters on the table next to you and did not even notice Biff until much later on as he was so good. We didn't see him roaming at all before we left, having enjoyed a great meal as usual.
Hope Biff has no ill effects from his unusual supper.

7. Posted by Liberty London Girl on September 1, 2009 3:01 PM

in my experience, the quieter they are, the more mischief they are getting up to. Like bloody Posetta Baddog eating my huge slab of Whole Nut, and only being discovered afterwards, licking chocolate off her greedy whiskers, in her corner of evil (where she drags her spoils). LLGxx

8. Posted by Ann de Bretange on September 1, 2009 3:56 PM

Can imagine how mortified you were on discovering Biff had eaten your Prada Sun specs, I would have felt the same, but he really would be quite oblivious to the 'pain' he was going to cause you, 'bless him'. Could you not claim for them on your house contents insurance?

9. Posted by SillySally on September 2, 2009 2:56 PM

A slightly indelicate question if you don't mind. When I forwarded your blog to my sister in an ongoing attempt to persuade her to join her little sisters on the mainland, her response was ''Is this mutt related to Frank? - from the picture it looks as if they're first cousins.'' Now I hate to be rude, but is your dog of uncertain parentage like my lovely little girl (yes, indeed, Frank is a girl!)
Thank you.
(Mary - you've been named and shamed!!)

10. Posted by mimi pompom on September 2, 2009 3:05 PM

Dear SillySally,

yes, Biff is indeed of uncertain parentage. All I know is that he came from a rescue near Bergerac, was born in May two years ago and was seen being thrown out of the back of a van. (Though knowing him, he probably jumped out in search of a better life.) He also had mainge (sp) and was missing great chunks of hair when taken on first by the SPA and then by the lovely Phoenix Rescue in the Dordogne. Does any of this sound familiar? Have you got a picture of Frank?



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