Pet stick

Just now I was staring blankly out the window for the longest time, watching Harry sleep. He's very brown looking at the moment, coz he's dug up so much of the yard there's no grass left, so he just sleeps in the dust.

Here he is dozing with the remains of an ugly as fuck faux-Aztec rug that Mum gave us ("I can't believe you gave that rug to the dog! Do you have any idea how much that cost?"), and his new "pet", a big stick he seems to be carting round everywhere.

Then he heard the camera fire and woke up.

Then he comes up to the window and plops his big paws on the windowsill to glare at me.