This title seemed quite apt, because last night was Miss M’s school production, and she played the pivotal role of a dog. When I say pivotal, I may be stretching the truth, but to my slightly biased parental eye, she was the finest dog up on that stage. And she did a rendition of the Charleston which will live in my mind forever. Perhaps not totally authentic, in the 1920’s jazz club sense, but the best one I’ve ever seen.

School productions always mark one of those times when I can’t help getting teary. This time I laughed as well, because it was clear Miss M was in her element and having the best time, but I still cried - not sadly, but proudly. She looked so cute, having rightly decided she’d do a better job of applying her makeup than me.

Yesterday afternoon she spent some time with Mr Dog, doing some last minute characterisation before the big event. She followed him around, carrying a notebook, and when I snuck a look at what she’d written later on, it just said “ears!” Hers were made of fake fur, but she still managed to work them well.

Today I’m quite exhausted from a post 9.30pm bed time, but it was worth it. Here are some pics of the dog in question.

This dog’s got ‘tudeMiss M in dog modeWhat a cutieWhen will I learn …