Could someone please tell Cleo that no normal dog sits like this, all sly and cocked to one side like she just sent one of the cigarette girls to fetch her smoking jacket for her???
She won’t listen to me. Just mutters something along the lines of, “Scamper along kid, you’re bothering me…” before flipping another page in her magazine while she waits for the ladies to freshen up…
Don’t get me wrong — by no means is this dog “normal”…