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Hi there, I’m Coco. Now, appearances can be very deceptive so from my photo you may think that I am a Yorkie but I believe that the real me is exactly like Katie and Stathis my two-legged parents. I must be because except for a few matters of personal hygiene I am treated like one of them. I am permitted to eat almost everything they do, go nearly everywhere with them and even sleep in their bed. As you can imagine one of the things I dislike most about my life is the ‘almost everything’ part. Hey they do say it’s a dog’s life so I have to put up with it. My size does not bother me as I am a pretty confident character but looking up at people can be rather tiring on the neck if you know what I mean. One of my biggest problems is communication, I have no problem understanding people but they never seem to try to get me. When I do try to speak they shush me or say “be nice, Coco”. So, for the moment I use my other skills which are licking and tail wagging. Not everyone appreciates this but that’s too bad as a guy has to use what’s available.

I have an extremely very busy life. Besides being entertained and petted by K and S, I visit the parks around where I live, London that is, visit family and friends mainly of the two -legged kind, although I do have a few four-legged ones who visit me or I see in the park. More importantly, I am co-founder of a shop on the internet. I don’t understand exactly what thisinternet is, but mum says it’s the future so I’m just proud to be a part of it and the other
doggies get really jealous when I tell them.

Mum made me pose for some photographs for this shop the other day and it was so exhausting… I started complaining after a while, but she said that I needed to do it if I wanted to eat lamb at Easter. Humans are so strange sometimes, how is that related (?), but I love lamb, so I shut my mouth and kept at it. To be honest, some of the photoshoot was quite fun actually – like the one where I’m eating meatballs out of mum’s sati, safi, sake or something or other bowl, or the one where I have to drink milk with a straw from a cocktail glass (although that was a bit girly), and especially the one where we played tug of war with a curtain tie. The worst one was when they put me in an unstable white box (a leather magazine holder they seemed to call it) and then kept shouting at me whenever it toppled over. As if it is was my fault… and the one where they made me go through an album with old photos of me in my heyday, as a young puppy made me very sad, I was so stress- free and cute back then.