I am having an absolutely terrible evening. I feel like a bad friend, a useless artist and I'm just sitting at my computer crying and trying to work.

I burst into tears at my PC, and heard whining behind me. There's Jacket, sat up on the bed (I must've woke him up), staring at me and whimpering, the second I look, his tail is wagging, his ears are up, and he's wriggling around wanting tummy tickles, so I go over and straight away he's there between my arms givin' kisses. Chica was watching from a distance and giving silent support, as she does.

I've got the worlds most perfect dogs.

Jacket (Pictured) is my JRT, and Chica is my mums Chihuahua.