Tobe

He comes over once a week for a play date with Mr D, while his own human is at work. They go for long walks and play all manner of tough, blokey games like 'bite the foot', 'fight for the stick' ... and so on.

This is a rare moment of repose - tired and shagged out after two solid hours of supersonic zooming in the bush. He dozed off for about a minute and then he was up and at 'em and ready for more.

I'm given to understand he wants a mob of sheep for Christmas, but he's not getting it. Not even one sheep.