High Five!

I am not looking my best here, wet and in desperate need of a face shave. But mum managed to get a shot of me doing a trick which normally requires both of her hands, so I said OK.

Being seven months old is a very tiring business indeed. Everything is scary, and has to be addressed. Tonight, there were dogs on TV here, and it took me an hour before I had searched everywhere, including the balcony that I got mum to open the door to, to make sure they weren't on Our Turf.