Alfie

On the way back from dropping the last of our weekend guests off at the station this afternoon I saw this beautiful poodle out with his owner. We were only a couple of hundred yards from the house, so I jumped out of the car to see if the dog would pose for a photo while my husband found a place to park.

Then something spooky happened.

Having taken this picture I returned to the house and announced a successful Blip. I then asked my husband to guess how old the dog was, and what his name might be. My husband quickly replied "Six months, Algie". All that was wrong with his response was the letter G in Algie: the dog is called Alfie...