I took Boots for a walk last night while Bones went to the shops. Boots has a nasty habit of finding things you would rather he didn't. Last night he managed to bring back a dead bird, about as big as a Moorhen and a very long time dead. What is amazing is that he has trouble sometimes with his proper food, but give him a rancid carcass and he has the constitution of a Ox.
He does so enjoy speed trials. He loves to show how fas he can run. Yesterday he passed me at warp 9 just behind two deer. When he finally came back he was done in. I think by this time next year he will be catching them.