I never saw this at the time, but I wanted to reply to your comment…we used to have a routine where I’d let him out back door in the morning, he’d have a roam about and nip across the road for some scoff (to the people that came to tell us he’d been run over) then come and sit on the gas box he’s sat on in the picture, with a similar expression. That morning I was in a hurry and didn’t have time, so he got let out at night. Sat in vets that night …if I’d got the worst news I was gonna phone my OH up and tell her I wasn’t coming home.