Well someone was rubbing my tummy . . .

Just a few seconds ago Grampy was rubbing my tummy, now he’s pointing that thing at me . . . !
 
 
 
Biskit, as ever, was laying back presenting his tummy for rubbing, so I thought I would take a photo.  No chance.  Anyway he is suitably reposed for a dog of leisure.
 
 
Emergency Ollie sit this morning.  Poor little soul has picked up a nasty touch of a winter bug, and his dad had to take the car into Peterborough for an emergency MOT.