Dedicated

Who gets what, when it comes to books?

I recently published a note about this dog, Louis. He was an Italian greyhound, a show puppy, who had been rejected for adult showing as there was something not quite right about the angle of his tail (I KNOW. As my father used to say to him, what a big old favour you did yourself with that dodgy tail).

When he died - aged seventeen - we were given a ro…