The Hound has had an air of defiance about him all day. It has taken 2 large pieces of cheese, 1 jar of peanut butter, and 3 slices of bacon to encourage him to take his worming tablets and he has traipsed nearly all the soil from the garden into the house. Taking him to dine on smoked salmon with The Aristocrat has only temporarily placated him.

He is now reclining on the chaise lounge reading a biography of Michael Schumacher which he seems to have mysteriously acquired yesterday.

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