That's what I call a doggie bag!

Had friends down from London today and took them out for a Sunday roast. We ate delicious roast beef with all the trimmings in a restaurant called Havana. It always has a place in my heart as it's the restaurant where Karen and I first had dinner together.

The portions were generous, so we asked if we could take the leftovers home for Rufus. They were happy to wrap them up and gave us this rather splendid doggie handbag.

I think the fashion statement was a bit lost on him though. All he was bothered about was the VERY interesting smell...