Ivan got quite a shock today when he found out that it’s his eleventh birthday! Because he shares a house with three adolescents I think he forgets his age sometimes. He may be 77 in dog years, but he can still run around and carry on like a fool just as competently as the other three!

Doesn’t he look like a puppy here? [Ok, maybe his bad teeth are a bit of a giveaway!]

I’d like to say his deafness has something to do with his age, but I think selective hearing is a more accurate diagnosis. He seems to understand me quite well when I ask “do you want some chicken?”

Happy Birthday big fella, there’s a kangaroo tail with your name on it defrosting for dinner buddy!