The Princess and the pea

"Hey, there's someone out there who looks like me!"

La Place Arago, Perpignan

Drinking buddies

Green for GO. Red for DANGER.

A Sunday strole through Trent Park.

Monsters aren't always large

Upstairs. Downstairs.

"Is it always this sunny up here?"

"Are you asleep yet?"

"Is that the postman?"

Tracking in the park

On the path to enlightenment

Winter sun

Milli and Scout. And an afternoon on the Lounger.

So many books..


Ms Milli Mills makes her first trip into Clerkenwell. And is a bit overwhelmed by the library at Studio 14. So she takes to the Corb Lounger, and has a break from all this learning malarkey.

"What was it like when you went to school?"

The nerves build ahead of Milli's first day at Puppy School.

"It wasn't me."

Ms Milli Mills finds her voice

Sunday lunch at the Victoria Stakes pub, Muswell Hill. Arrived early and bagged a leather sofa. Milli Mills settles in. Checks over the environ. Her first official pub outing.

Milli then shares some fine seafood. And with lunchtime patrons filling the tables, she suddenly begins to mumble under her breath. Large, slightly-striped canine spotted (or more accurately located by scent).

Just as the owners secure a central table, Milli Mills decides to let the entire pub know how high pitched she can yelp.

Standing defiantly on our laps, she looked out, as all and sundry look back. How embarrassing.