‘You don’t have long. That dog won’t be a puppy for ever. Don’t waste this precious time.’ Those were the wise words of my friend Vince when I brought Cydney home.
‘Get out there with her,’ he explained. ‘Walk her in all the big parks. Maximise your pulling opportunities.’
Vince claims he never had so much luck with women as when he paraded his pug puppy around Hyde Park and, notwithstanding my disaster-prone nature, he was sure that even I could manage to attract a mate whilst walking a cocker spaniel as cute as Cydney.
The little black hound does indeed have powerful magnetic qualities. I cannot get down the street without a dozen people stopping to tell me how adorable she is, and, yes, some of them are men.
The law of averages would suggest that sooner or later one of the men who stops to pet my puppy will be single and attracted to me.
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