I was on my best behaviour when we went to a classic car show last weekend. I had to be tugged on the lead a few times as I tried to get a closer look at some of the models, particularly the wheels. No, my mum said, no cocking your leg on all that shiny chrome and paintwork.
An Armstrong Siddeley – two-tone like me – particularly took my fancy. It had a lovely owner who petted me and said I was just the sort of dog which would look good riding in the car. He didn’t let me have a try, unfortunately, but the compliment means I have a classic look, don’t you think?