The look

This is the look I get from Dimairt when he is left in the car. This evening, it was for the duration of an evening with Scottish Opera (which was great). The trouble is, I get an even worse look if I attempt to leave him at home.

The car was parked right at the door of the hall, and people came up to me in the hall to tell me that they had stopped to say hello to him through the window.

Celebrity-spotting at its canine best.