A Cat Amongst the Dogs...?

Since both Milly and the folks have come back from Melbourne expressing similar sentiments recently, I think it is safe to once again (and indeed, finally) propose that Chloe is the cutest dog in the extended family.

'But how, Daniel and Harry', we hear you ask, 'can you so confidently assume that this is the case?'

Well, it's easy.

It can't be Bonnie because nothing that is so obviously obese can ever be regarded as aesthetically pleasing. On any level. Ever. I mean, really, has anyone found themselves seriously stroking their chin while trying to decide who was the most drop-dead gorgeous man on the surface of the earth: George Clooney or that fat bloke in the restaurant scene from The Meaning of Life.

It can't be Fanny because facial hair a cute creature does not make. And if you want to argue I have two words: Grant Roff.

I'd be willing to consider Ki-Ki. The only problem here, however, is no substance. It's like comparing a Scarlett Johannson or Jessica Alba with, oh, I don't know, say Paris Hilton.

So, by the process of elimination, we come to Chloe. Brains, Brawn and Beauty - the holy trinity of cuteness.

In the next installment, I (Daniel) will give you an update of my life.