It's been a busy few years.
But true to form, I thought we could just pick up where we left off? A couple of dog pictures and cracks about being disorganised? It's been a busy few years - I never claimed that they'd been transformative. I'll catch you up at some stage!
Anyway - formal introductions. Everybody, Rufus. Rufus, everybody. He's a Yorkie/Bichon which means that he has the self-preservation of a walnut and the temperament of a sunflower. If there's a height, it's for jumping off. A puddle is for jumping in, something brightly coloured is probably edible until proven otherwise, and if something broke then it definitely wasn't him but he'll have disappeared in the other direction (just in case.) Hobbies include tormenting the cat and chasing tails. All tails. Anyone's. He's not fussy.
