Good and bad

It's a bit of an emotional mix up this morning. Hungover after celebrating Arsenal's safe passage through to the Champions League final (yeehaaa!) last night, I'm going round smallsville sticking posters up wherever I can...

Yep, a lost dog. It's been 20-odd hours already. Buggar was out on his tod all night. Probably having the time of his life. Gotta love the smallsville vet department: "You'd better find him before we do, otherwise we'll fine your ass...", or words to that effect.