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Biggest diva demand: Black cabs. He’s too heavy for the tube.
7am Quinn wakes on his Scandinavian mid-century sofa. The family heirloom used to belong to his owners, but he broke the wooden backing in order to have it for himself.
8.30am Breakfast is sliced prosciutto or fresh eggs, with some of his trusty frozen salmon dog food. Plus a brioche from Bread Ahead, if he has room. He always does.
11am After a cab to King’s Cross, it’s an early lunch at a street food truck – either a lamb kebab or a hamburger. Gotta get those protein #gains.
11.30am Quinn reflects on his ‘Princess Diaries’-style good fortune. We owned Quinn’s uncle,’ his owner Tama explains. ‘His breeder called us from New York because Quinn was in a bad situation.’ At one year old and 52kg, he flew to London in a custom crate the size of a lion’s cage.
12pm That’s not to say Quinn doesn’t watch his weight. He trains with his PT, Oli from Milo’s Dog Running, almost every day, usually in Hyde Park or Kensington Gardens.
1pm Exercise is hungry work. It’s onto Harrods Food Hall, where Quinn requests a rotisserie chicken. ‘He can eat a whole one in one go,’ Tama says. ‘But it’s not good for his digestion.’
3pm-6pm Quinn’s culinary odyssey continues. Vanilla cupcakes at Peggy Porschen, homemade dog biscuits at Mungo & Maud, free samples from Jago Butchers. ‘He’s the honorary Mayor of Chelsea,’ Tama says. ‘John Cleese knows him by name.’
7pm Another meal of frozen salmon, then it’s onto the master bathroom, where Quinn likes to nap under the toilet. Owners have to use the guest bathroom. What? The marble is cooling.
8pm Dinner at Harry’s Dolce Vita, where Quinn sits outside, chowing down on pizza crusts. He dutifully poses for selfies with pedestrians and watches the Lamborghinis roll by.
10pm Time for bed, if not on his Scandi sofa then inside the fireplace. Being a foodie is tiring work.