Frankie

Met up with some friends for brunch.
We had so much to talk and laugh about that we were still there at lunch.

On the way into the restaurant I bailed up a man carrying a dog.
A cavoodle puppy he'd just collected from Bathurst.

I know, I know, we should all buy rescue dogs from the pound, but whenever I check them out they're invariably pit bulls, staffordshire terriers or dobermanns.

Anyhoo, Frankie is ten weeks old and gorgeous.
I was mighty jealous:)