Louis is back on form now after his recent duck dilemma. This means a waggy tail waiting for me after a hard day’s work (many will disagree with that last statement). The moment I walk through the door he’s off for one of his toys which is thrown at my feet followed by that look he does so well.
All that’s on my mind at that time is my own stomach but, truth be told, the playtime before my feedtime is a bazillion times easier to deal with than him moping on the sofa with a dodgy tummy.
His fuel processing system is back in tip-top-plop condition, much to our delight (who’d have thought this would prove a topic of much conversation and heated debate – examining steaming pyramids down the valley with a torch at six in the morning must be the first sign of madness). The downside is I have no one to blame for some of the toxicity in the house.