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The Weekly Bean: eight

The Weekly Bean: seven

Unphotographable*

I walk into the kitchen and see the terrier leaning casually against the sofa.

He looks shifty. If a Jack Russell's mouth could carry a tune he'd be whistling 'nonchalantly'.

As appealing as his face is, it does not sufficiently distract from the rest of his body.

I do a double take and see that he is wearing a green tea towel like a cape.

He looks like a small, furry James Brown, waiting to be helped off stage.

He hates being laughed at. He hates being caught red-pawed, at the scene of the crime.

I snigger into an empty coffee cup as he trots to his bed, tea towel trailing behind him like a bridal train.

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* Thank you to www.unphotographable.com

Bench Monday: Jackson style

In my head this was a good idea. In reality? Oh dear god, never try to get a terrier to balance on a wobbly stool while having a biscuit dangled in front of his nose. Especially when that terrier is 11 years old and really would rather be on the sofa with a nice blanket. And the biscuit. In his mouth.

Good job Jackson. Thanks sweetie. Your first and probably only Bench Monday.

Sundays

When the sun comes out and the rain leaves there's only one thing to do. Walk.

(c) Charlie Moores