Cock of the north

For a small dog he casts a long shadow. Or a shlong shadow.

He can also fire diarrhoea a prodigious distance across the kitchen. Eve has started calling him Fat Satan, worryingly he's started responding to it.

No football for Joe this morning so I'm on pug duty while Mrs S knuckles down writing scenes for the telly script she's doing. Ruby needs picking up later from her "sleep"over and then I might manage a ride out before lounging on a sofa, quaffing an ale and enjoying the World Cup and Glastonbury coverage on the telly.