Well, I am a creature of habit. I get these 3-4 quaint little scoops of Hills light – tailored just for the likes of dashing small and miniatures like myself. Clockwork, darling! 8am sharp and then again at 6pm. And let's not forget those delectable liver treats; they're the pièce de résistance of my gourmet life.

A sleek 1.8kg, if you must know. Compact yet full of personality, I assure you.

Oh, just a majestic 8 inches long or, if you're feeling continental, 20 cm.

I have an affinity for the Moncler Jackets, especially with the hood up. But occasionally, the hood might play tricks, slipping down, turning my dazzling eyes mysteriously incognito. Such drama, right?

I'm all about that luxurious travel life. So, naturally, it’s my Moncler bag, but never without the cosy touch of my favourite blanket.

Once more, I've graced the charming streets of London with my presence.

Ah, from the very beginning, there was Mr. Llama. My confidant in every sense – sometimes a blanket, sometimes a carpet, but always, always a loyal companion.

Uncle Marti: He's quite the character, and pawrent of Monty, my favorite cousin (let’s keep that between us, shall we?)
Uncle Tony: A true ally since the very start. He’s had my back, sneaking me into the most exclusive spots. Though, on occasion, I suspect he's played matchmaker with the lady pups.
Auntie Sabine: The fabulous dame who introduced me to Professor Blufus, one of my most cherished pals.

While many say "Baby Yoda," in my world, it's simply "the baby." Modesty, darling!