Yesterday, two 5kg dumbbells I’d ordered arrived and I put them behind the baby gate into the study. This morning as part of Kipper’s morning Parade of the Rooms, he discovered them and managed to pick one up and trot around
very proudly with it in his mouth. I was a) really impressed he seemed to carry it pretty effortlessly; b) in strictures thinking he was going to do himself an injury; c) trying desperately - and failing - not to laugh at the expression on his face. This doesn’t really do it justice:

Happily he gave it up after a couple of minutes and the weights are shut in a cupboard, but his proud expression will be with me all day
