Watching where the chips come from

Today was a day of mouse hunting in my sister's house. We didn't find it, but did find a small amount of evidence that it existed. So, traps set. Now we wait. 

As the light began to fail for the day it was a wee trip to The Fishmarket for my dinner. 

The pug came along for the ride, and as he's not allowed in the shop he waited outside with me, watching patiently for his prize. Chips.