Current work: Medical
Listening to: Boston
Reading: Shirley Wells, Presumed Dead (excellent – I do like her new character, and it’s nicely paced so I’m intrigued and can’t wait to see what happens next (mainly because I haven’t worked out the end yet!))
The three males in this house all have a birthday within the space of three weeks. Son first, DH in the middle, and today it's the dog's turn.
Just over nine years ago, we went to our local Springer breeder to meet the mum and dad and their brand-new litter. (I could've dognapped the dad. He was GORGEOUS. Lovely temperament.)
And this is the tiny pup we couldn’t resist.
When he came home with us, a certain person insisted on sharing his bed. (She'll kill me later for posting this, but she did look cute! And nowadays he’s more likely to try and share hers.)
Can’t believe he’s nine today. Happy birthday, Byron. (Note the waggy tail. He knows he's not meant to be on that chair, but he also thinks I won't turf him off because I'm a sucker for those big brown eyes. Sigh. Busted.)