‘They can smell food from miles away,’ notes Yorkshire-based PR consultant Georgie Pridden, whose ruby Cavalier Daisy attained the grand old age of 15. They often have a soft spot for food and tend towards gluttony – if left to indulge freely, Crumble would be at least double his size. The little dog took no notice of the terrified rodent – which scuttled past, practically under his nose – and instead climbed into the nearest dustbin in pursuit of a half-eaten sandwich.īecause they are so eager to please, they are usually easy to train, especially if helped along by a steady supply of treats. The only time Crumble disgraced himself was when the editor tried to set him on a mouse that had found its way into the office. Before long, Crumble had a sideline as an in-house model, which saw him draped in diamonds, stuffed into Gucci bags and, on one memorable occasion, dressed up as David Cameron for a Brexit-themed photoshoot, in which he posed on a miniature Chesterfield, holding a passport in his mouth. He quickly became a permanent fixture beneath my desk – he was quiet, biddable and charmed everyone. ‘Crumble had a sideline as an in-house model, which saw him draped in diamonds, stuffed into Gucci bags and, on one memorable occasion, dressed up as David Cameron for a Brexit-themed photoshoot’ It didn’t matter that I then worked at a fashion magazine where dogs were against company policy. Shortly afterwards, I became the owner of an extremely handsome, eight-month-old ruby and, within days, it had become very apparent that their sticking-plaster reputation was well earned.
I laughed and said that sounded lovely, but it hadn’t really sunk in. ‘They’re like sticking plasters,’ warned a helpful lady at the Cavalier King Charles Club of Northern Ireland. Having grown up with an assortment of independently minded terriers, I thought I knew what to expect when I decided to acquire my first dog as an adult.
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