Janine Harouni arrives at her local east London pub with a little white dog, her “fur-born son” Charles Barkley, in tow. It’s a frosty day and, in an idyllic winter scene, we find seats by an open fire. Charles looks for strokes from me but growls at a passing man.
“He doesn’t like men as much as women,” says the US comedian and actor, “he’s trying to protect us.” Charles has been much more protective recently, even standing guard by the front door, because three months ago Harouni gave birth to her son.
