Friday "Hound" Blogging

This is Elvis in his current habitat, since my bride has ruined him.



And this is his typical reaction when I call him now. Note the baleful glare from the one eye he has actually deigned to open.

He's taken over that particular sofa and woe betide anyone who dares sitting on it. He'll sit in front of you and whine until you move.

A fine specimen of a hound, spoiled beyond belief.