Earlier today (when it was still summer), I bumped into Nick. Now this is a bit of cheat because as it turns out, ‘Bobby’ doesn’t actually belong to Nick. He is looking after him for a friend, or so he says.
No, seriously, it really wasn’t his dog and the whole point of this blog is to find out what motivates a big fella to pick a little dog over a more substantial one. But I couldn’t resist Bobby. Also, if I were The Sartorialist, I would have congratulated Nick on his smart shirt/sunglasses combo but now I’m really going off the point.
