Dogs always look funny in old pictures, like cheeky time-travellers. I can imagine this dog belonging to a family in Romford (they got him from a shelter about two years ago) but instead he/she belongs to this fine, benevolent looking Victorian lady. Somehow the presence of a dog makes it easier for me to imagine the everyday life of the people in the photos. This lady pointing to the bench in the photographers studio and saying 'up you come, good dog'. She probably wasn't that different from me or you - maybe she liked to draw, maybe she went to the theatre and didn't really get all of it but pretended to anyway, maybe she got a bit moody when she was hungry.Maybe this guy was a complete pain in the bum. He looks it. What do you think?