Was in the
National Gallery on Saturday with Liquarice on one of our cultural learning outings for make benefit great nation, wandering around marveling at paintings by master artists, when I spotted a Yorkshire terrier in one of them.
"You've got the same hair," I pointed out to her (her sister got married last weekend and she was maid of honour, so it's a fair bet that she'd been to the hairdresser to have it cut and layered and highlighted and all those other arcane things that women have done to their hair beyond the ken of non-gay men).
"You're such a charmer," she smiled at me. It's not every day someone compliments her look and compares it to a Renaissance era painting, that's for sure ;D