His Nibs

Harry's always quite happy to pose for a portrait blissfully unaware as he is that the little trip out to the vets we had this morning was to discuss a certain imminent removal of, ahem, assets. He just knows he had a nice bounce round in the long grass at the park on the way back and got to chase a big labrador around.

In other news, I took Beck to see 'Purple Rain' last night in the hope that she'll now stop telling the tale of how I missed out on the chance to sit in the dark with her for a couple of hours in 1984 when we were teenagers. It was great, of course (rubbish, but great) - luckily I'm more catholic (or just less discerning) in my tastes these days...