L gets home to find someone has opened the stair gate. MD is stood there professing his innocence when a totally unfazed Doggo appears at the top of the stairs, stretching and yawning. Apparently he's in big trouble.
We test our smoke alarms tonight, in the most effective way, by setting fire to something. In controlled circumstances of course. Both work, now we just have to get Doggo out from behind all the boxes in the spare bedroom.
(Tuesday 14th June)