Dog day afternoon

Barney’s epicurean hopes and dreams are cruelly dashed. He’s back to snuffling out fried chicken bones, so festively strewn along the High Street by Stoke Newington’s jeunesse dorée on Friday night. He’s all about free range foraging.

4 thoughts on “Dog day afternoon

  1. He’s in therapy to cope with the rejection. This was going well until today, when Vanessa AKA Lady de B, dressed him in a faux pearl and diamante cat necklace she bought in Paris. Now he has to contend with gender and species confusion too.

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