Trust Tommy

Roight, time is of the short, so I shall be quick.

On Friday night we went to bar bruchetta (my best effort), complete with lots of ridicule from Patrick for getting confused between that and Brocca.

Onwards, on Saturday, I gots myself a dog. He's a cute little bugger, 6 weeks old, (7 tomorrow) all black apart from a streak on his face and the socks on his feet. I spent most of Saturday with him asleep on my lap, curled up in a cute little ball. This payed off later in the way that he always knows me as it's supreme owner, even if there's someone else with food on them.

His personality is fabulous! He'll happily curl up in your lap and fall asleep, which is nice. The even nicer part about that (if that could exist) is that he's quite fussy about where he does his little doggy business. He needs a steady, even surface, which means you'll never e admiring just how cute he is, and then feel the gentle dribble of liquid as it streams hot n' fast from...well, you can guess.