My New Bestie: Max Azria

You all know that first and foremost, on this Memorial Day, that despite being West London's premier Pomeranian, I am actually a New York dog. So when the invite arrived in my dogbox for the launch of London's first BCBG store, I new I'd have to slip into my slinkiest Herve Leger (spanx to help reign in the tail) before heading on down to the King's Road. You see, Max Azria and I go way back, wayyyy back. I even walked in his Autumn/Winter 2010 show at New York Fashion Week (as a favor, those of you who know me well know that, as I'm now a mature three-year-old, my dogwalk days are coming to an end, FROW all the way from here on out).

Anyway, it was great to see Max at the store launch. Upon sighting me, he promptly abandoned the extension-wearing tight white mini dress clad Channel 4 presenting bimbo at the DJ and came rushing over to greet me. Sweeping me up in his arms, we had a good cuddle just like we used to back home. It's so nice seeing old friends again...