Doing the Truffle Snuffle

Looks innocuous doesn't it, this little snout? Brown and soft and warm.

As I type it gently twitches as hot breath pours forth; the small creature in charge of this powerful apparatus is dreaming in only the way a puppy can. Surrounded by his own special puppy debris: a chewed slipper, a gnawed wooden mushroom, my pyjama bottoms, wee puddles; he dreams on, blissfully unaware of the chaos only a puppy can bring.

The aptly named 'Dug' (though most often called 'Duggy') wasn't really supposed to be here just yet, wreaking havoc on our already slightly disheveled home.