Slow start to the work day/week.
I was all ready for a marathon session of punching out massive two-fisted writing deadlines, when I was distracted by the dogs barking up a storm.
I went to investigate and found this little barbarian at my front gate.
The rest of the morning was given over to getting him back to his owners via a local vet.
I trust whilst being returned they were assured at all times "Whose a good boy?", "you're a good boy" "Yes you are" - after all you are not a monster.
Aww he's adorable! I for one welcome your new Frenchie overlord. If your work day is going to be interrupted there are worse ways for it to happen 🐶