Rascal

Murphy’s been a bit of a scamp the last few days. This morning as we sat in the garden he swooped in and took a bite out of Mr J’s toast. His face and whiskers were covered in almond butter, Murphy not Mr J, and he rolled on the grass to clean himself then licked it off the grass. It was funny after we’d got over the shock, Murphy was a very happy dog, if a little bit sticky.