Louis loves weekends as much as we do. He thinks it’s the time to make sure we know he’s around.
Here he is getting in the way of me doing my crossword puzzle.
I’m taking the opportunity to sniff the hound; to me he smells like a good furniture polish mixed with damp hound. Very nice. I’m not sure that’s a natural hound smell; maybe Sue confuses him with furniture – after all he’s welded to the sofa most of the day.