Not a sausage

We've been out this afternoon and evening visiting friends and going to the theatre so Rufus has gone for a sleepover with a friend.

Have just got home and the house is not the same without him. Especially since this morning he rolled on a dead fish. Don't worry, he had a bath before we inflicted him on someone else.

All we've got tonight is his empty bed containing his favourite toy, his string of plastic sausages from the 99p shop.