Meet Peggy

I couldn’t persuade any super-models or celebrities or family to have their photograph posted just yet.. 

Peggy had no say, so she is here.

When Peggy senses that we are going to my studio, she pulls in the opposite direction.  She is a terrier in the full meaning of the word. You should see all those looks full of blame she gives me when we arrive here. 

Like c’mon mum - can we leave this place now and actually go somewhere where we could have F-U-N? Somewhere with millions of rabbit holes and foxes ideally, please?

Also - I am sure you have seen many picture perfect pottery dogs - like all those fluffy adorable cockapoos with tartan beds, all relaxed showing off their bellies and flaunting their ankles in a chicken leg pose, that literally live off the pottery dust and are always wiggling their tails? 

Well...Meet Peggy... she is a terrier, so she is not having any of that and she wants to go home NOW.

Despite all that, I am a good scruffy child’s mother, who makes her scruffy child a special dog bowl and then I tell her: You’re one lucky dog Pegs.  Do you know any other scruffy kids that have it as good as you? When I put one more chipolata in her bowl and she looks at me as she eats it, I can tell that she understands.