This HK$23,000 Luxury Pet Bed Is the Latest Accessory For Your Pampered Pooch

Interior designer Britta Butler’s latest work addresses several pet concerns.

In the realm of high-end interiors where bespoke furniture reigns supreme—especially in Hong Kong—pet insurance company OneDegree surveyed 526 pet owners, only to discover they spend an average of HK$680,000 raising their animal friends—more than any other Asian counterpart! Now, a new contender is raising the bar in pet luxury.

Launched by interior designer Britta Butler, The Liebling’s luxury pet bed merges impeccable design with comfort, catering to discerning pet owners who refuse to compromise on the sophisticated style of their own home or their pampered furry family member’s whims.

Butler, the founder and renowned design director of B Squared Design, has a keen eye for aesthetics, honed through years of crafting exquisite residences across key addresses in the world. Recognising a glaring gap in the market for aesthetically pleasing pet furniture, Butler embarked on a journey to create a product that would not only provide a restful haven for pets but also complement the luxurious interiors of their homes.

Read the entire feature here at Robb Report Hong Kong.

Paws for Effect: Dogs, cats, parrot...

All my life, I've wanted to have a dog - I live with an aggressive homicidal cat that listens not to a word I say. Such is life... 

Billyjean is a rescue from LAP (10 years and counting). Adopt - don't shop. A rescue changed my life - and it will yours too.  

There are several rescue operations in Hong Kong, you can foster, then adopt. 

 

Dogue vs Cat-astrophe

All my life, I've wanted a dog...

...but I live with a neurotic cat. This says so much about my life in general, I can't tell ya.

Deal with it. 

How the Cookie crumbled... My Trials and Tribulations with the Most Beautiful Tuxedo Cat in the World

My cat Billyjean looks like an adorable little ball of harmless fluff but is in fact a neurotic, volatile, hyper aggressive lioness-beast wrapped into the tiny little body of a tuxedo cat.

Every few weeks, we've had to take the cat to professional groomers, at considerable cost and effort, where it takes three people and a prayer to hold her down to trim her... claws... talons. When we've tried at home, its usually turned into a bloodbath. A record nine groomers have sent regrets that they are no longer able to meet our cat's urgent mani-pedi needs as medical insurance wouldn't cover acts of God or feline.

A longtime believer in throwing money at problems, we've chauffeured the cat to different groomers studded around the island of Hong Kong. The first few times, when she was but a kitten, we took her to the groomers in Kennedy Town and Cookie the dog (right - seen here with Linda Markova, who came to help contain the damn cat), came bouncing and wagging along to come play with Billyjean. My wide-eyed kitten had one look at the joyful pupper and instantly met her arch nemesis; she went ape-shit.

She scratched the dog, tried to bite him and hissed and snarled her way. If you've never witnessed a hissy-fit, it's quite a sight. As witness to a domesticated kitten morphing into a feral wild cat numbed me into a motionless, petrified waxwork figurine of a self I didn't recognise, I've never been more shocked in my life. Mind you, the cat is a fraction of the size of the dog. Linda had to hold the dog up and away from the cat to save him. She comforted the brown fluff all day while, once nudged into motion, I tried to hold the cat back with restraint and cajoling.

Since then, recognising the scent of Billyjean, every time we went back thereafter, the dog hides under the furniture, trembling.

Billy's mostly unapologetic... about everything in life in general... Our last visit resulted in the owner giving us a full refund and asking us to never come back.

Cats. Not just a bad musical.

To quote Edith Piaf , "Non, Je ne regrette rien."

I regret nothing.

Also, Go away.