It's a dog's life.

A Magnum shot today.
That bloody hound does not like dull weather. I don't know what he's going to do for the winter.
He has been parked on the mat beside my workstation all day, his hairs are everywhere. He won't move even when I trip over him, just gives a low unhappy growl. He'll give himself a shake and go down to his bed at about nine o'clock. Maybe he's practising hibernation.