I just couldn't throw him out tonight. Oh dear
He's sleeping soundly, snuffling in his sleep
Hello. There is a dog that lives in our village. He is a stray dog. Or more precisely he is a vagabond dog. He gets food from everyone and no-one. He lives everywhere and nowhere (baby). His name is Taillaut (pron. Tie-Ooh!). He was named by his owner who beat him and is now dead. He is about 6 years old. This is his blog.
I got back a few days ago after a long time away - T showed up pretty soon after. We had a good walk second day back. He sat in a lot of puddles on his way round the lanes. And was pretty dirty. After our walk I turned my back to pull my boots off and look who I found hiding in the house... doesn't look much like a plate!
Lady H has been away so haven't seen Tailloo for a few days. He can by this morning during the brief moment of sunshine in an otherwise rainy day.