The Rag

Here is a photo of The Rag. The Rag is Bakewell's tatty sheepskin comfort blanket without which he is unable to welcome anyone into the house

Every morning he scrabbles around looking for it and presents it as though it was a gift of the highest honour with his little tail wagging wildly. And every morning I mutter obscenities under my breath and consider chucking the scabby Rag in the bin

I wouldn't do it to him though as it'd break his little heart. So I plod on and give his head a wee rub and the dirty rag continues to be presented to all who enter the kitchen and we laugh.

But (and here's my subtle metaphor!) there's only so much mutterings a boy can mutter before he loses the rag completely! Today has got to be a better day than yesterday :/

In other news, I'm on day 4 of making a Herman Sour Dough Friendship Cake. He is still alive