Columnist Liz Jones described a distressing episode over a weekend involving her dog, Pissy Missy, who experienced what appeared to be a seizure. Jones detailed the event on Saturday night, noting that her dog collapsed and began fitting with paddling limbs and rapid breathing.
Jones reported that her other dog, Teddy, retreated from the situation. Following the incident, Jones carried the shaking dog to her bed, observing that Pissy Missy was in shock. The following morning, the dog seemed back to normal, prompting Jones to plan a call to a veterinarian. She mentioned using an app to record the dog's breathing for the vet, comparing herself to a nurse. To lift her spirits, Jones went for a solo lunch at a restaurant where she had previously been barred.
During her lunch, Jones reflected on various types of undesirable dining companions, including men who are overly demanding, inattentive, or have particular eating habits. She also recalled her editor's suggestion for a column name from 26 years prior: 'Only me!'
In a postscript, Jones offered a recommendation for those looking to reduce alcohol intake. She praised Future Château, a wine that contains half the alcohol and calories of regular wine, stating that the taste is indistinguishable. She suggested this allows for either halving one's alcohol intake or drinking twice the quantity.
Jones also briefly mentioned other loathsome items, including moth traps purchased for her office carpet, for which she had so far caught three moths at a cost of nearly £10 each. She expressed dread regarding the upcoming September school run. Additionally, she referenced a New York magazine article suggesting the decline of influencers, a trend she welcomed.