Lurcher brain

The brain is actually a squeezable stress toy Victoria picked up at some event, but I’ve always thought it looks about lurcher-sized.

Vinnie looks worried(*). Maybe he thinks we’re planning to get this spare fitted when he goes to the vet for his jabs in a couple of weeks. Or maybe he’s playing Igor to my Baron Frankenstein, worried that he may not have brought his master quite what he asked for…

(* “Worried” is an expression Vinnie does frequently, and he does it exceptionally well. He sometimes reminds me of Scrat from Ice Age :)