Poor Dougal

There is something crashing its way round the spin cycle of the washing machine and Dougal is stood in the kitchen staring at that strange, odd sound.

He really doesn't like it. He looks to the noise, then he looks at me with those sad “protect me” eyes. The machine has just slowed down and you could almost see Dougie gulp, take a deep breath and rush past the machine and on into the hall. And I thought there was not much that could really bother my puppy