Kiss you all over...
Poor old Reg is sporting the Cone of Shame at the moment. I think I may have alluded to this before, but Reg is not the sharpest knife in the cutlery drawer (when the good Lord was handing out brains, he thought he said 'trains' and asked for a slow one) and getting into my car has had its moments of shame (on his part) and humour (on mine). Last week he took a huge run up to the boot of my car and face-planted in spectacular fashion. Percy, who had already been lifted into the car as befitting a gentleman of advanced years, almost had a middle-aged accident as he watched Reg disappear over the edge into a furry puddle on the gravel. We thought nothing of it until later in the day when Percy started being very amorous towards Reg, licking his face consistently. Now this is quite normal behaviour for Percy especially when the little Shih Tzu four doors down is in season. As the husband says, 'Any port in a storm'. Reg seemed very happy to have this affection, sitti