Bold Seagull
strong and stable with me, or...
And while I was typing that he's just been brought in for a "mouth search" by The Boy as he managed to purloin a pen from "somewhere" (odds split between Mrs GB's desk and The Boy's school stuff). Pens are, apparently, incredibly tasty. FFS.
How are you getting on with family members sneekily feeding from the table, or generally doing things that you're working diligently to train them not to? I actually lose track of who is less trained, the dog or my kids...