My dog, Bella

One day a long long time ago, in a galaxy far far away, I was in my car . . . and lost.

It was a few centuries before SatNav, so I pulled over to the side of the road and grabbed my London A-Z out of the glove compartment. I looked around for a road sign to get my bearings and saw, right beside me, Battersea Dogs Home.

Now, I'd heard of it - but had never been there. I decided to kill two birds with one stone. I parked, went inside to look around and to ask for directions to the studio I was trying to find.

I came out with Bella!

I defy anyone who loves animals to go there and NOT come out with at least one dog!

Bella was a cross-bread border collie/retriever. She was 6 months old and had blue-black, medium length fur and had a little white patch under her chin. She was intelligent and incrediblly loyal. I was told that she had less than two days to live before they would have put her down (the policy in those days) due to the enormous numbers of stray dogs and unwanted pets being given to the home.

I taught her all kinds of tricks and she was adored by most people who met her. She became Olympic Studios mascot.

I took her to work every day and, when I went freelance, I only worked in studios that would let me bring her with me. The Average White Band got her to "produce" a track in Studio Two at Olympic - they only accepted a take when she wagged her tail! They remarked that it was great to have a good pair of ears in the control room for a change!

Bella was 17 when she had a stroke and I had to put her down - one of the worst days of my life. I was lucky to have her as my constant companion for nearly 17 years. A great hound!