The Critic Magazine

Pedigree chums

HAVING A CHILD, I suspect, is much like having a dog. Not just because they both pee all over your house when they’re small, but because you can’t help but think yours is utterly perfect, while everyone else sees things differently.

As a boy, I strongly felt there was no finer animal than my Jack Russell. It wasn’t just that she had a pretty face and was bold as a tiger, but she was also, I think, remains her greatest work.

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