I think I wrote the other day that I had to boot Tommy off so I could take a photo of the second part of the Fisherman's Wife shawl. Well as soon as I got done, he reclaimed his place as King of Shawls, and here is the proof.
And since one photo of a cute critter doesn't seem enough, I found this old photo of Tommy and Mikey. Mikey was a cute little fellow (that's him as an adult dog) who was the champ of whiners. But he had one bad habit of which we never could break him. He liked to piddle and mark his territory. Napoleon syndrome, I think.