Milo the Jug – it sounds like a character out of Guys and Dolls, or a P.G Wodehouse story. You can imagine Bertie Wooster owing money to a Milo the Jug, after a drunken night at the Drones spilled into a nearby betting-shop.

And this Milo is dog who knows how to handle himself in a public house:

But actually, I think this Milo is rather more sweetie than 1930s gangster.

In case you haven’t worked it out yet, a jug is not merely a pitcher, nor is it cockney rhyming slang for something – at least, not as far as I know, though I will now check, of course…..

Ok, so it slightly is cockney rhyming slang – a Toby, or Toby Jug is a mug, or chump. But not this Jug. He is no chump, but a cross between a Pug and a Jack Russell — Jug. It might be my favourite designer cross-breed name, which means it has beaten the previously unbeaten Shit-poo, less scatological, I suppose, reflecting the fact that I am no longer 5.

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Anyhow, here he is already underway. I went for the jowly mug shot – it was so wonderfully juggy.

This was one of those behind the hoop shots which reveal so much of their own character. I love them.

And then comes the moment when the eyes come to life: – before and after the highlights:

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And he was done. Apart from a background and some stubbly whiskers:

“I say Jeeves.”

“Sir?”

“Clever idea of mine to mix the Jack Russell and the Pug, what?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Needs a good name though, else what’s the bally point.”

“Indeed sir.”

“I’ve been giving the matter a little thought – stirring up very ounce of the Wooster grey matter, don’t you know, and, well, what would you say to the Pack?”

“Sir?”

“The Pack. It’s a mixture of Pug and Jack Russell. I think it might be a winner.”

There was a perceptible shudder. A chill entered the room.

“No, sir.”