Rufus visits

'A nippy, grumpy wee terrorist.'*

Rufus and his mum popped in to visit (bearing gifts). Archie is always slightly very wary of wee Rufus, because he has, on several occasions, rushed at Archie with the most pathetic apology for a 'bark' (more like, say, a small mammal - possibly a mouse - coughing), which has the desired effect on big bold Archie - he scarpers, and keeps his distance. Even in his own house. Preferably in another room, or one time, he even sat out at the gate. So we were pleased and surprised to see that he has finally realised that he's safe up on the sofa! I loved his rather smug expression, and Rufus's innocent little face. They all went out for a walk to the Links, there being no sign of JR, who had popped into town for lunch with ex-colleagues. (BTW, that's one of his toys, not a big brown leg).

We popped down to visit a prospective dog sitter (thinking ahead for any Big Trips coming up next year), but the young lady hadn't mentioned on her blurb that she was only here till September. Still, we saw a lovely flat with views over to the castle. Yes, it was TWO floors up, which nearly killed me, and necessitated lying down on the sofa for the rest of the day, watching the Olympics and doing my exercises.


* Rufus's mum called him this when I mentioned the innocent face. Lol.