My Furry Muse

So I thought I’d introduce you to Dyson who is my spaniel cross. So called because he usually has his nose glued to the floor looking for anything edible that may have accidentally been dropped which he can then hoover up.

He’ll lay across my feet when I’m writing, but when he thinks I’ve done enough writing and should be playing with him, he turns into the sock thief. He’ll stand at the door of my study with an innocent expression on his face and a sock hanging out of his mouth.