Scruffy Dog

I was hoovering yesterday and scruffy dog looked up at me from the container housing the last of the furry animals that have survived my occasional ruthless culls.

And I just had to ring my friend ‘A’ who lives in Berlin. Many years ago we had wandered round the wonderful Conran Shop in South Kensington. I must have commented on this dog, as later on when we had lunch ‘A’ presented me with Scruffy Dog.

She had surreptitiously purchased him while I was otherwise distracted. And so Scruffy is still with me and I couldn’t bear to part with him.