Thursday, 7 April 2011

To err is human, to forgive, canine

We've decided to get Roly a passport... that one day, he can come on holiday with us. Abroad, that is.

Come the time that Moose has gone to The Big Dog Bed In The Sky - he's over 100 years old now in human years - we'll only have one dog so that becomes more of a possibility.

One dog, that is, until we see an adorable ickle puppy and can't resist it...

This was Roly when we first got him...

Taking Roly on holiday seems like an exciting prospect. Taking him to the vet's today for his rabies shot, less so.

But he'll forgive me because he's a dog.

I love dogs. And I love horses. And some people, sometimes.