Marylebone High Street has long been one of my favourite places to shop in London.

Well, I say shop.

Mostly I just wander through on my way to somewhere else, perusing the lovely clean boutique-y rails from the outside in, pretending my hair is glossier than it is and that I can afford to buy more than just a drink from Starbucks.

(What is a soy chai latte anyway?)

Fitting, then, that this is where we should find our second shop dog of the series, a hound who would definitely make me want to spend £100 on something I couldn’t afford in order to pat his head.

Clad in  some sort of canine hoody – what else – and modelling his likeness on a canvas in the window, this dog has quite possibly the pointiest ears I’ve ever seen, and such artistic talent to boot.

“I tried to negotiate 2 for 1 deal, but sadly no such luck” said Kara, who snapped the pic and sent it over.

Such a missed sales opportunity: forget Advantage Card points, I want that pup.

See the other dogs here. If you’ve seen a shop dog, please send it my way. I am collecting them one by one, saving up their fluffy faces for a rainy day.

Listen here, shops of London: there are a few things that will definitely, 100% make me want to be in you.

Firstly, your sales assistants will be friendly without asking what I had for breakfast, and you’ll sell a selection of artfully chosen and beautifully placed products that I can’t find online for significantly less (or at the very least, wrap your more expensive wares in pretty paper). Thirdly, you’ll ideally provide changing rooms with curtains that pull all the way across – and finally, most important of all, you will recruit a four legged animal to prowl the shop floor.

Following the news that London’s first ever cat cafe looks like it could actually be happening, and with Brixton’s sausage dog cafe currently in the fundraising stages, I am clearly not the only Londoner out there craving their creature comforts.

So if seeing dogs in shops makes you ridiculously happy, then welcome to my world. And the collection starts here.

First up, I give you:

The Art Hounds of Cross Street

I didn’t go in to meet these two, mostly because my art chat isn’t great when it’s 2pm and I’m already half a bottle of red wine down, but also because my friend had just deposited a glass of water on my lap in Le Mercury so I was a little bit chilly.

Still, these connoisseurs of the art world looked ready to assist anyone who might wonder through the door. I liked them. They made me smile.

Seen a shop dog? Cat? Horse? Please send it my way, and let me know where you found it so I can go there myself and bathe it in the right sort of love.