Rescue dog from a local pound. We’ve been going to see him for the last couple of weeks. He’s just had his knackers off, so he’s a bit subdued, but he’s a bright little dude and definitely relieved to be out of the big house. Name? I’m a big believer in keeping a rescue dogs name, for reasons I’m not entirely clear about, but there was no way I was calling him fucking Phoenix, which was the moniker the rescue place had bestowed upon him. He was answering to it too, so we settled on Felix.
He’s already brought a beautiful calm to the gaff.
