Whisky's fun for today was to prune the pot of basil in the garden. Strange that he should suddenly take a liking to it now after he had ignored it for several weeks, but I think he's finally got fed up of waiting for the parsley and coriander plants to re-grow. He ate the last bits of those some days ago.
My "fun" for today has been de-floofng Whisky. For some reason, this weekend he seems to suddenly be experiencing an accelerated shed of his fur, so I can give him a good brush and 30 minutes later he looks like he is in desperate need of another one. So of course he is getting fed up with me following him round with a grooming kit, but I daren't leave him with too much loose fur incase he starts swallowing it risking blockages. Which reminds me, where is my shaggy little monster...?