Topsy Turvy

As the Pug was, once again, emitting a stench like a vintage Grimsby fishing trawler , we took him along to Dapper Dogs where Jo got the big guns out and sluiced him down.

90 minutes later we picked up a fragrant and shiny wee black ball of pissed off mutt. No doubt he’ll be looking for some fox shit to roll in at the earliest opportunity.

After that, we took Eve and Ruby to IKEA. Two hours later we left with a large cuddly shark and four veggie hotdogs. At least we bumped in to Gill and Tony for a catch up.

Quiet evening ahead.