Three picture postcards of dogs, handwritten in blue black ink from Eric Clapton and addressed to his pets at Hurtwood Edge, Surrey, each post-marked Warsaw, Poland, 19 October [1979], the first addressed to his dog Willow Clapton, Clapton writes I hope you're arrghing yourself and that you are not getting into any grrr's... I miss you very woof and I row row row about you a lot, I don't know what else to say except ruff after the lady of the house, and of course the funny little things with the long tails and claws that live there as well, signed all my ruff, El xxx, with added postscript Don't worry about the one in the picture, he's not half as good as you, the second [picturing a poodle] to his cat Eddie Clapton, he jokes I thought you might find this useful as target practise, I'm sending one to your two apprentices..., signed all my meow, El xxx, the third to Polly + Fido Clapton, explaining This is a picture of a dog. Some dogs are very nice as you know from your time spent with Willow, but this particular kind of dog [a poodle] is very nasty and should be attacked at every given opportunity... I know that Eddie is giving as much time as he can spare to further your catucation and I would be very grateful if you would do your best to emulate his standards of meoworality - all my purrs, and signed with EC monogram; together with a unique colour Polaroid photograph of Clapton with his cat Fast Eddie, late 1970s, taken by Pattie Boyd and signed in pencil verso
postcards each 6¹⁄₂ x 4¹⁄₂ in. (16.5 x 11.4 cm.); Polaroid 4¹⁄₄ x 3¹⁄₂ in. (10.8 x 8.9 cm.)

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Pattie Boyd: Eric loved animals... When I first arrived Eric had a huge ginger cat called Fast Eddy and a Weimaraner called Willow. For one birthday he bought me an Airedale puppy, which I called Trouper because she was one; she had the most hilarious sense of humor and always looked as though she was laughing. She would race about the garden, then suddenly put out her front paws and raise on her haunches on straight woolly legs. She was gorgeous, like a teddy bear. One Christmas I bought Eric a donkey called Matthew, who lived in the field.