Ate and drank too much yesterday to waddle to the keyboard. T stopped by at lunchtime on Christmas Day. He suffered the ignomy of "Christmas dog" (below) but was relieved of his misery after a couple of minutes. Dressing up is for girls. He stuck around all afternoon, and even sat in the kitchen but, after being fussed over by Lady H for a bit, he decided outdoors was best and sat on the doorstep, till the sun went down.

No sign of him yet today. There's good Christmas leftovers for him when he does: turkey, chestnut stuffing, bacon...