KITTY, MY PUPPY

She is of course just an animal but she can change her facial
expression. I didn't realise they could do that. People are always
stopping to talk to her and saying what a nice smile. They don't say
that to me - strangers are more likely to lean down from scaffolding
and shout "cheer up missus"

She has a white face, it looks as if she's wearing black lip-liner. She
manages to pull this off without any gothic effect.When she does a wry
downward smile it looks as if there ought to be a fag dangling. Almost
Bette Davis.

She will lie down smiling at the feet of any man. She introduced me to
some OK ones this way, although she has a much broader taste. If it's
someone old or frail balancing on sticks she tends to jump up really
quickly and check their face out before lying down, giving them time to
get their balance back. I didn't have to teach her this trick, it's
just her wolf instinct.

Since I got her I have started wearing high heeled thigh boots,
miniscule skirts and interesting underwear, not to attract attention of
course but because I feel more on display. Where I live it's not really
practical to wear heels. In winter the sea air seems to eat up my
foundation within minutes. The blusher remains making me look like a
street theatre person. Spume is a killer for black suede.

So I'm thinking of moving somewhere more suitable for walking my dog.
Somewhere with covered malls, toenail parlours and trendy bars, where
you can have intellectual discussions over your mocha, that sort of
thing.

I have to say it is really nice to have a dog and get close to nature
again. Maybe one day I should think about replacing Kitty with a
smaller dog for shoving under my bar stool.........