Gruff

He has no idea that he's barely two feet tall in his horns, or even that he's a pygmy goat at all. As far as he's concerned, he's the Daddy/Billy.

Long walk this morning: ever-increasing circles. Bypassed the retired greyhounds, past the garden centre, past the highland coos, past the horses and squirrels, past the goats and the Hebridean sheep and then home.

Also, an exciting trip to the registrar, coffee in the museum and a dicky starter.