Hugh at Hugh’s Views and News asks for something rusty for this weeks photo. I’m going personal this week (when don’t I?)
My earliest pet memory is of our family Boxer, called Rusty who died when I was about four. Her son, Punch was a constant until I was about 16. There are loads of pictures of Punch but I have only found one of Rusty. Hopefully Hugh will forgive any subversion of his rules.
I have shared this before and the question was posed: why’s he holding a box of matches? According to the only other survivor of the picture, the Archaeologist, it was to keep me quiet and focused on the photographer. Meanwhile Rusty does not look happy and it appears only the Archaeologist’s calming paw stroke is stopping her from eviscerating the paparazzi.