The Hangover

After his Hogmanay hootenanie and shenannigans Space dog landed back in Shandonland with a bump, weary with a dose of melancholia. Poor Archie, missing his Hogmanay lumber. He does do well at New Year. I remember he got lucky last year with a quickie with I have to say a rather forward wee jack Russell in North Berwick. This years romance lasted a respectable 24 hours. He must be growing up. Must be love.
He's clearly suffering now from his excesses though!

Home from a lovely Hog break being kindly taken in by friends and friends of friends. Walking, drinking, eating, a lot of laughing and some fabulous interpretive dance. A very nice way to start another year. Here we go!