Aaah - Bless!

A freezing dark night in London, a raging blizzard, a lost dog. Who ya gonna call? Yes, it's Sam Baws to the rescue! You should see it's little face, and little white socks too (the rescued dog - not Sam, silly!) Now I'm sort of impartial about Staffies - I can take 'em or eat 'em (although there is a rather handsome chap called Brian down the road who I do fancy a bit). My Sam called the dog warden who  confirmed that said Staff would either be re-united with it's people or found new quarters. I think Sam's a hero and I will absolutely lick his face off next time he's down to visit.