I had the busiest day IN THE WORLD today, and Fred came with me. He was a superstar, but by 4pm, after getting in and out of his crate in the hire van umpteen times since 7.30 this morning, he was flagging a bit. So while I nipped to the loo I thought I'd let him have free run of the van for five minutes. As I came back I was pleasantly surprised to see him not sitting on the front seat. Only to find him in the passenger footwell with his head in what was a nearly full box of dog biscuits.
Tch.
Terriers.
Devils.
