This was me, didn't I have frilly knickers over my nappy? My mother, the headless one on the right, is wringing her hands anxiously waiting for the dog, whose name I can't remember, to take my head off, apparently he was known to be a bit of a grumpy dog, but he didn't; I am still here and still love dogs. My mother still isn't keen on dogs, although Defi makes it his mission when she has visited to sit on her and pretend that his ginormous Golden Retriever backside is lapdog sized and that he fits nicely on her lap so she can fuss him.
