Storm ratchets the stakes up a notch or two in his ongoing battle for moral supremacy with Snowy, who is staying with us for his holidays. Here Storm has taken possession of Snowy's basket. Since Snowy is a parson's Russell, about a tenth of the size of Storm, this ends with Storm failing to achieve the look of masterful intimidation he was aiming for. He just looks plain silly.
This is the canine version of kids in the back of the car...Muuuuum, he's on my side....Muuuum. he's breathing my air....
Does he have a, 'And what you gonna do about it Snowy?' look on his face? Looks like a snug fit though! Thanks for the tip on the east Anglia thing - I've posted ... and I love your Copper Kettle shot!
