Rudolf Nureyev in the Snow
This is the only picture I could get of our dog, to give him his full moniker. It is hard to get a Russian ballet dancer to stand still for even a moment, let alone in the snow.
I like this picture so much. It has the look of the skinny little dog that came over from Ireland on the boat in December two years ago before he had discovered arch looks and “I’ll stab you with my stiletto knife whilst you sleep” humours.
Actually, he hasn’t murdered me in my bed yet and has become just like my old dog at night. He sleeps either on or next my legs and, despite the battle over the cover, there is nothing better in the world.