When Syd met Louie

They got on really well. Well, as well as a puppy and an older dog will, meaning Louie tolerated the little pipsqueak and let him follow him around.

There is a high likelihood that we could misplace Syd in amongst the leaves.

And it's got to be done.

In the garden this afternoon I was sure it would be Syd who broke my hand fork. It was me. Trying to lift paving slabs.

From the video I notice: 

my hair needs cutting; 

I look fat - I blame the multiple layers I am wearing.