Dog Day Afternoon.

What else is there to do when you have had a walk in the pouring rain, came home and had a nice rub down with a warm towel, chomped your way through a nice raw carrot and your bed in the lounge with a proper sheepskin is just lying in wait.

So I did what every normal dog would do, curled up in my bed, went to sleep and await to be woken for supper.

It really is a hard life seeing as one was twelve years old yesterday..