Maybe they’re a bit spoiled?

One of the joys of having dogs is that you get to ridiculously over- pamper them.

Sure, I know we’re all meant to be like Cesar Milan, the Dog Whisperer, but I’ve always thought it rather defeated the purpose of having a pet if you couldn’t spoil them.

For instance, my pair now refuse to eat chicken thighs, preferring, instead, to dine on roasted chicken breast.

I know it’s stupid and I know it’s my fault that they have become so picky but they were rescue dogs and deserve a bit of luxury. Although I realised just how absurd things had become last Thursday when I found myself eating toast as they munched on chicken because I had forgotten to buy enough for myself when I was doing the shopping.

But sometimes there is a downside to all this.

I was walking Molly and Sam over the weekend when a young Westie came running over to us. He was off the leash and Molly immediately darted over to him and started barking furiously. His response? He simply looked at her like she was mad and, when called by his owner, dutifully trotted off.

I then realised it — my pair are now so spoiled that they have become completely anti- social and only respond to the company of — certain — humans.

The reason I’m telling you this?

Well, I’m currently compiling a series of anecdotes from dog owners for a book I’m planning — all proceeds will go to animal welfare charities.

So, if you have any stories or pictures of your best friend, then send them and let me have a look.