Whisky the shepherd

He won't stay there, but he's happy because he thinks he's managed to herd me to bed. The minute I turn the light off, he will hop off to prowl his territory.

The ladies watched Swedish Wallander with Heath, Fred and I. They sat on laps and after much shaking, settled down and warmed up. They're still very quiet after Big Sid's death and we decided tonight that the position of neutered boar is open and I must go to the guinea pig rescue to see the candidates. Watch this space.