Stanley

I know this isn't technically perfect but I love the sun behind him and the drool.

If Stanley was human he would have a combination of ADHD and OCD - he is special one of a kind. He is sat next to me panting so much that the sofa is shaking. He has his ball and once I throw it for him, he comes back with it and sniffs the path that it has been thrown - he will sniff for about two minutes until he is happy that he knows the trail the ball has done. He then drops the ball and stares at it, if you dont throw it then he will just stare at the ball for ever more, no exaggeration.

If I take the ball off him for him to calm down then he will go and get a pebble/stick/tea towel and stare at that. At night we have to put all the toys away under the stairs so that he will relax and lie down. Honestly, it is bizarre. We are sure, despite him having pedigree papers, that he has some working in him. It is quite bizarre.

God help us if we ever have kids, the poor child's toys will have to be shut away or hidden!

Dinner is cooking, Mr G has popped to my friends for a hair cut, the Sonos is loaded with music and I heading into the garden with my book to catch the last rays.

Happy Wednesday folks :)