“Look, pal, you better keep that camera away from me! It never takes my good side – even though I’m probably the prettiest dog in Greystones – and it always adds 10 pounds. Which would pretty much double my weight!
“So, yeah, just keep your distance. I like my space. And I really love this space right here – The Greystones Doggy Social Club. Or, as you humans like to call it, The Cove. Man, what a place! It’s got everything – rocks to climb, sand to kick, stones to chase, that great sea air. And lots of Mutleys to drive wild with my supermodel features! Nice.
“The lady whom I will let chauffer me around Greystones is the lovely Irene. Good sort, from good stock. I can tell. My stock? Yorkshire Terrier, obviously, my man. I’ve been a Yorkshire Terrier for the last four years, and during that time I’ve learnt that it’s the finest breed known to man and dog.
“What else to tell you? Well, other than the obvious – that I’m very camera-shy, and very, very attractive – I can tell you that my biggest kick in this life is being carried by Lady Irene here from my cushion to The Cove, and being let run wild with some of my Ruffian friends for the afternoon. Bliss!
“I guess you could say I’m one lucky pooch.”