Molls and Az threw a complete and unprecedented wobbly this evening.  We have had shaking and rolling of eyes and hiding under things (mostly Az) , we have had screaming and running about, we have had panting and drooling and shoving her head into my lap (Mollydog ). I have a suspicion that for one greyhoundy lady, Bonfire night *may* have become an evening when she can get away with behaviour that would normally be greeted with firm cries of 'MOLLYDOG! ENOUGH!'

I think it was partly because philmophlegm  was out earlier this evening and they thought he might be eaten by a Skary Bang. There was a lot of particularly excited screaming and leaping about when he came in.

Interestingly though, when he had got in and made himself some tea, they did not turn down what was left of his pate on toast. Hum.