I don't know if anyone remembers that Sting song where he has one bottle and throws it in the Ocean then finds to his relief and consternation that there are 100 million bottles washed up on the shore?
We felt a bit like that yesterday when we went to New York.
We've had Lily the French Basset Hound three years now and have NEVER seen another PBGV in all that time. If you are the only owner you have no idea whether all the little quirks and foibles are perfectly normal or if we are just being weird. Surely every PBGV doesn't travel around in a red plastic box in the front of the car? Surely they can't all be NEVER let off their leads? Do they ALL lie on their backs with their legs up in the air?
Well yesterday we went to a National PBGV open day party near New York in Lincolnshire and had the bizarre experience of meeting dozens of "Lilys" in what felt like Planet Basset.
It was a relief to discover that very few were let off their leads and every single one had their own red plastic box in the front of their car so were able to talk to people who didn't look frightened or worried about our dog owning tales.
One person did look worried, however.
Step forward Master Clever Clogs the Tibetan Terrier.
The sight of dozens of Lilys rather blew his mind, particularly when we bumped into the only Grande version Basset there who turned out to be called, er.... Oz. Even when he got first prize for oldest dog he was still nervous that the World had actually ended and he'd been sent to the wrong planet.
Lily came nowhere in the prettiest dog category but we all knew she should have won. Although the puppies were very cute, we did manage to come away with no more dogs than we arrived with.