Sue and I have been unwell for the past week with some lurgy I brought back from Egypt. As such Louis is a bit bored at times and has resorted to mooching around, sniffing at the sofa edges for treats that have found their way under them.
That makes it sound as though we never clean under the sofas. Cleaning up after Louis is a round the clock operation; especially when the weather is wet as he brings in substantial amounts of mud from his patrols in the back garden. His footprints dry out and then turn into mini dunes throughout the house that need sweeping up every day. I swear the garden is inches lower than when we got him over two years ago. There must be a geographical term for this; long garden drift or something.