Traumatised Owl

I'm sick of posting blips of a pug puppy. So here's a toy marinated in pug puppy pee. It looks suitably traumatised.

A bit like me.

Although Ruby came home early from her Saturday job and looked after him for a few hours so I could crack on with a paper I'm writing. She's a star. I'll miss her when she's in Paris next week.

Mrs Smith was on bouncy castle duty all afternoon.

Champions League final tonight. Come on Atletico.