Silent protest

Paddy is a very good dog in the house, especially around food. We could leave anything within his reach and be sure that he wouldn't touch it unless given permission and he is certainly not one to beg when we are eating. In the evening, Keith invariably decides he would like a 'little snack', no matter how substantial his dinner has been and it has become a routine for Paddy to be given three small dog biscuits when Keith has finished eating.

This is how he looks when we forget.

This is a dog who has no need of words to communicate!

THE DIGITAL STORY OF THE NATIVITY

Born in a field

All boy babies are born in a field.
I am drawn to this conclusion from a lifetime of observation which leads me to the inescapable conclusion that men are congenitally incapable of closing doors after them.
This conclusion has been further emphasised by the fact that I have had to close the back door after Keith at least five times this morning, as he was completely unaware of the fact that leaving it open in sub-zero temperatures has an adverse effect on the ambient temperature of the house.
And don't get me started on cupboard doors!