Guard Duty

Our guard dog, Little B, on sentry duty on his perch in the living room. We were very lucky today, as the pussycats (or princess hats!) that he waits for, came not just once, but TWICE, past the house, and on one occasion, only inches away underneath the window! B starts galloping all over the sofa, and whining, and then I go and "help him look", ie; hold his nose to the window so he can really see. He pants, his heart is pounding, and strange noises come from his throat. In fact, there was even a little scream, of delight no doubt!

We had a lovely chilled out Boxing Day, with tea, dvd box sets, chocolates, and the obligatory leftovers. The days all blur into one during the holidays I find!