Bucket Hound!

You can tell it’s winter and the days are short and the nights long, as I am home alone with the dog.  So I turned my back for a few moments and ambled off to the kitchen in search of a tea top up, leaving hound snoozing in front of the fire.  Slowly I became aware of odd bangs and crunching sounds from the sitting room. So we are either being burgled, mice are munching their way through the walls (no joke), or Bartie is up to something. The pictures tell all.  Heaven knows how I will get the coal dust off that nose and ears?