Doggie Lovin'

I honestly think there's a chance I'll end up one of those batty, old ladies surrounded by dogs and cats.
Hopefully not smelling of piss and searching for stuff in other people's bins.
But surrounded by an unnecessary, probably slightly unhygienic, number of animals.


Molly looking gorgeous


My boyfriend Jimmy didn't really believe me when I told him I'd met a lady over Facebook and was going to look after her dog - Molly. A black cocker spaniel that's so cool, she makes Kate Moss look insignificant.

Anyway to cut a long story short, I met a lovely lady called Anne and fell in love with her dog.
We spent a few weeks chatting over FB, we met for lunch (with the dog of course) to a bar in Clapham and then a few weeks later I spent a whole Saturday with her beloved pooch.

Yep us dog lovers really are that weird.

I was telling this story to my best mate Sam and she just looked at me totally confused.
She didn't actually say anything or make any sarcastic comments, she just went quiet and looked confused.

In retrospect, I agree it is actually quite strange to meet someone over the internet and then travel from north to south London (18 stops on the Northern line) to babysit their dog.
But that's just the way of the fur lovers.
I didn't think it was very weird, but people like Sam and my mum can't really comprehend it.

Anyway we took Molly for a three hour walk across Clapham Common and then for a bit of a knees up in a boozer in Clapham Old Town. OK, that was a bit of a lie, dinner and a few pints.



Me and Molly


 

Jimmy and Molly



Dog stalking

Me and my boyfriend Jimmy are dog stalkers. We're both as bad as each other.
Every time either of us walk near someone with a dog we always ask if we can stroke them.
The dog that is.
OK, I'm worse than my fella, but he eggs me on, so he can get a cheeky stroke too without looking like a weirdo.
We even cross over the road and/or make a detour to pat someone else's dog.
FREAKS.

So, yep, I'm that annoying dog stalker person, who deliberately and knowingly, puts dog owners in an awkward three minute conversation.
The chat is aways the same... "Ahhh he's so well behaved, how old is he? he's so soft, has he just had a bath? I love his colour, he's beautiful etc etc."
In reality all I want to do is slam dunk the doggie in a full-on, rolling round the pavement bear hug...
You might have guessed I'm dog mad.
In fact pretty crazy about animals. As long as they have fur... I'm in.
Many years ago I decided I couldn't eat anything that I wanted to hug . So cows are 100% out. Pigs and chickens...in.

One of my oldest friends Boe, I've known him since I was 6 months old (his mum's best friends with my mum, we were born in the same hospital) has been calling me Miss Fluff for years. For obvious reasons.
I realise a burly man would probably never openly admit he loves the feel of fur. But I think I'd judge someone who said they hate fluffy things.
Seriously, surely everyone loves gettng under a fur blanket to watch films? Or likes the feel of stroking a cat/ dog?
I challenge any meat-head to sit on his sofa with a DVD, pizza, pack of beer under a fur throw and not enjoy it.

I'd like to point out I'm not into pink fur or naff girlie stuff like that. Just animals with cool hair.

Talking about cool animals here's a few I've stalked recently...
 



Woodstock the Cockerpoo...
I met him at the opening on a Doggy Restaurant in Chelsea




I met this little beaut Clinton at Brentwood train station
on the way to a The Only Way Is Essex party



Jimmy emailed me a pic of Rosie while he was doing a quote in Highgate (yep we are that sad)





I took this photo of my friend Amy's dog Killer when I was LA for The Oscars
He's a Hollywood doggie



A dog I kinda stole from our neighbours during the Cannes Film Festival
He was called Elliot (sounds very funny in a French accent).

I won't bore you with the rest.
I was thinking I might create a section on my blog called Dog Stalking and randomly post pictures of my conquests over the next months.
It'll give me something to do on rainy days.