Forget the cat's pyjamas, this is the dog's bollocks

Man's best friend, and apparently fashion's chicest accessory; I can't wait to get my paws on Dogs In Vogue. I'm desperately missing my own little furry companion in the form of curly tailed and wet nosed Ivy. She's a little bit of black mischief, we call her the shadow because she's constantly lurking about up to no good. I think her most triumphed performance to date is when she successfully removed every single tissue from a brand new box, covering the kitchen in Kleenex. I take great pleasure in visiting the park with my boyfriend on a Sunday, just to marvel at four legged fiends, and round where I live there are lot of rather amusing pedigree chums. From the snuffly pugs to the cuddly cockapoos, I can totally see the appeal of canines and I'm really not surprised they've been in Vogue for years and years. To come home to a little waggy friend, consistently pleased to see you, really is one of the best things in life that are free (pardoning the vets bills, squeaky rubber chickens and mountains of kibble). I can't even entertain the suggestion that to save the planet we must eat dogs; if you hadn't heard already, some bright spark noted that a large dog damages the environment to the same effect as a huge 4x4 car. Man's most faithful friend skewered and shredded? I don't think so. If I may be so blunt to look back to neanderthal times, I have a few notes to make myself. I note that men used dogs to hunt, guard and help; they surprisingly didn't jump into their SUVs, sling their spears on the back seat and rush to a drive through. We survived all those years with the wolf in the living room, so I think there are plenty of obscenities that could be dashed in a quest to save the planet, before the finger is pointed in blind idiocracy at Crufts for being a hazardous global-warming eco-suck. The fifties wouldn't be the same without poodle skirts, my childhood would have been hindered without Lassie and where would Tintin have been without Snowy? Dogs, whether you like them are not, are here to stay, and long may they lounge in the pages of my Vogue.