Play with me, please; stop playing that piano!

When I teach piano after school, Dimairt comes too. The kids really like him, and for him it makes a change from the car.

I have stopped a long time ago feeling guilty about bringing Dimairt to work in the car. I take him out for a walk round the playing fields 3 or 4 times during the day, and we always manage a walk along the beach afterwards.

He always looks really pissed off if I ever leave him at home, anyway.

Usually, he sits underneath the piano stool. Today, he decided that young Sara should pay him a bit more attention. He proceeded to sit on the pedals, and put his head on her lap.

What a wee sook!