One year on

So, Bailey has been here for a full year. In that time he has: spent last Summer mainly biting my ankles and learning one or two things in the process; become an expert wastepaper bin raider and soft toy eviscerator (as evidenced by the attempt to recreate last year's shot which resulted in even more stuffing coming out of the duck) and confetti maker; developed a taste for chicken, gravy, compressed fish skins, tuna, cheese and scrambled eggs; got into a term time routine with his midday dog walkers and his official Bailey-sitter whilst enjoying the weekends a bit more - well, I like to think so, anyway. He's visited his cousin at Christmas and been across to the other side a couple of times and to Cornwall for his holidays. He's been blip-tagged 230 times and has charmed (almost) everybody that he has met; not least me, of course. And we've the whole Summer ahead of us where we will venture a little further than we did last year.