He'll eat his favourite Knacki sausages for lunch, open a few presents, and probably have a few extra treats, but that's it.
I think he's slowly losing his wild adolescent ways; he now occasionally comes when called, no longer disappears for hours on end rifling through our neighbour's compost heaps, and is almost attempting to be friendly. He's also trying to learn to speak English.
Nearly 4 years ago he looked like this. Aaaaaaah.
So HAPPY BIRTHDAY Monty. I do hope your pink Summer nose returns to its Winter black a.s.a.p.
Tomorrow is Lady Magnon's birthday (37 again), so we'll celebrate the two great occasions together.
Cro (Daddy, The Boss, etc) xxx
SOME TIME LATER; Here he is opening one of his presents; a new collar.