My friend Vicki was telling me the other day about the last time she worked for her mate Joel, at a sample sale near Brick Lane Market.
One day a Japanese woman came in with a cavernous Miu Miu bag (or somesuch) inside of which was perched a small Chihuahua. She proceeded to delight all and sundry by getting the dog to perform a couple of tricks, firstly: holding up her palm so her pet would give her a mini doggy hi-five, and also (this is great) putting two fingers to its head, and making a shooting sound, whereupon it would flop over as though dead, to reappear like a large eared canine Lazarus seconds later at the mouth of the bag.
Normally I dislike small dogs, but this tale has forced me to reevaluate my stance. And I know it isn't my anecdote strictly speaking, but hell this is a tale that needed telling (and Vicki doesn't have a blog).
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ReplyDeleteI sometimes have to suppress the urge to kick small gods. Not to hurt them, you understand - just to see how far they'd go.
ReplyDeleteLike that yapping Yorkshire Terrier the Hogans(?) across the road from you used to have in Heaton Moor?
ReplyDeleteI hated that dog.
My God, well remembered. The Hogans, and their dog Tyson. Long-dead now, I'd have thought. It was so territorial it would stand in the street barking up at me when I walked INTO MY OWN BEDROOM.
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