Brain Drain

After losing the bone argument with Hamish, that is that all bones in the house and garden belong to Hamish and Hamish alone, tragedy struck as Biscuit nipped in and stole one of the big man’s favourite toys. He cherished that grey horse, at least I think it was a horse or a dog, see the extra pic and decide. Hamish brought it as a gift to anyone entering the house, and lovingly carried it around in his big soft mouth.

Biscuit took ten minutes to relieve it from its brain, a terrible act of thuggery which Biscuit has still to recognise as unforgivable. It’s a shame really, as many of Hamish’s toys have gone the same way, including his favourite duck. He treats his toys like children and is very gentle with them. The Wee Terror has no such paternal feelings. Doesn’t give a jot!