Douglas doesn't have vanity in his personality as far as I've noticed.
The chief concerns in his life are, firstly, food.
That should be in capitals.
And then after that, it's me, his Mummy. And maybe his Daddy too (just to appease Hugo's outrage at not being up there with me, on Douglas' list of priorities).
Douglas was lying on Hugo's lap, and Hugo had one leg raised up, resting his foot on the other leg, just to explain these photos, (they may be a bit baffling if you weren't there at the time the photos were taken).
Every morning I do look dog tired. I'm busy, busy, busy with this and that, and things I can't show you yet, and ideas and goodness me, it's all go.
But I'm glad of it. I'm very, very glad to be busy.
I'm also glad I'm a human, though I do sometimes wonder what it must be like to be a cosseted dog, owned by me. Lots of sleep, hundreds of cuddles, adored. Hard work.
Well, I am going to leave you with the human equivalent of a waggy tail.
A big smile!