It was a colleague’s leaving lunch today and, as per the norm, we went to the pub. The landlord has a pair of Jack Russell terriers. One got very friendly with Phil, hoping to score some leftover chili cheese fries (didn’t happen, but that didn’t stop the little guy from trying his best).
He was sickeningly cute though. If it weren’t for the fact that JRTs are giant balls of energy, I’d get one in a flash.