No, it’s not a dog breed.
We have crossed a rubicon, of sorts.
When we bought the house, the lounge room was a pleasant space decorated unwisely with a very nicely done faux timber floor (plastic), strange half-paneling around the wall and patches of bare wall where the old wallpaper had been removed but no paint had been applied. The decor was unwise, but the light that streamed through the huge windows at each end of the room more than compensated. And when we were finished it would be the most beautiful room in England, we thought, with the confidence of an…