Crochet Dog

Here snoozes a spoiled, ruined, pampered pooch, wrapped up in my old camp bed blanket.

And don't get me started on Dave mixing a boiled egg and milk through his biscuits of a weekend as a special treat.

And outwith the weekend, don't be making the mistake of saying the word "egg" out loud or letter by letter, because Max Nibbler already recognises that word, even when you spell it, and will start queuing up in the kitchen, all ears up and expectant, waiting for his next fix of eggalicious  goodness.