woof

we popped (or nipped) downstairs to make a cup of tea, and encountered Esk in the hall with a Very Fat Tail.

I wandered into the living room to see who was in, and was somewhat taken aback when Pete ushered a very large golden labrador through to the back doors and down the garden.

the dog had scoffed an entire tin of cat fud, and seemed not at all bothered about being a) in someone else’s house, and b) discovered and c) adrift in a sea of felines.

no collar, so we have no idea where he came from, so we threw him out and shut the back gate - we don’t normally bother, as we back on to a small cul de sac.

things are expensive enough feeding the Tribe, without having to cater to a sodding great dog too!