I met Peter and Ann when I visited their house to collect baby photos of Lindsay (my then boss).  We were planning a surprise 50th birthday party and I needed the pics to create an iMovie celebrating her life.  Let’s not dwell on the subsequent surprise party.  We meant well…
 
When I got to their house, all the albums came out.  Great piles of them.   I left later that evening, after being fed, with a big folder of photos (the more embarrassing the better, I thought).  What I mostly remember, though, is how FANTASTIC Peter was with my beloved little black dog Herby, whom I’d brought along.  Herby was an acquired taste and Peter was, from that evening on, his biggest fan.  I’d go on to visit Peter and Ann regularly and Peter was always, always besotted with the dreadful Herby. 
 
So set aside everything else about Peter – the warm welcome, the good conversation, the enthusiasm, the optimism, the funny stories, his business brain, his devotion to Spurs, his love for Ann and the whole family.  For me, he loved my beloved Herby.  ‘Nuff said.