“So, let’s get something straight right from the start – we may be Cavalier King Charles, and, yes, we may be small and regal in our appearance, but, believe you me, pal, we’re tough. Very tough.
“Do you know any other dogs who, every single morning, head over the Cliff Walk, all the way to the steps, and back. That’s 7km, my fat friend. On these little legs! Then it’s straight into the bath, to soothe those aching muscles.”
“But, hey, where are my manners? I’m Lottie, and I’m 12-and-a-half-years old, and my best friend here is Lucy, who’s only two. As for our pet here, Ruth, not sure of her age, but she must be about 15 – even though she acts like she’s only 10. Very fit.
“The three of us are damn close, as you can imagine. You don’t trek that Cliff Walk every day without bonding right down to the bone. In fact, we’d be the perfect trio if it wasn’t for a certain cat by the name of Minky – who, like so many cats, tends to rule the roost at home.
“I’m convinced cats were invented by the French. Mainly because they couldn’t be snooty, superior and judgemental everywhere at all times.
“Mind you, as cats go, Minky is one of the better ones. Which is why we let her snuggle up beside us at night.
“Well, you gotta keep an eye on these Frenchies at all times. Especially when you’re sleeping.”