Missy lay back into her red leather chair, she had always loved afternoon pampering sessions. What better way to combat the blazing desert summer that a cut, dry and lengthy once-over at her favourite salon. She threw a look to saffron in the neighbouring chair, she was on edge as always. Missy mused about her younger and flightier friend saffron. That girl needs to relax, she thought, she gets herself into a right state. Missy always had very fixed opinions on breeding, the results she thought were always so apparent. Saffron, bless her giddy soul was a prime example. This Dubai debutante was young, well bred and beautiful in that helpless holly golightly sense. Some brainiac should conduct a nature-versus-nurture study amongst her circle of friends, missy thought dryly. It was all there, blood lines that date back through generations, neuroses, broken homes, dubious lineage and beauty.
Breeding can explain so much about a personality, the rest missy blamed on owners.
Above is an excerpt from ‘’my dog; my fault’’ a look at Dubai’s privileged dogs and the owners that ruined them.
Thursday, January 18, 2007
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Keep up the good work.
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