Do you know there's a dog on your roof?

Yes, we do, and we're not surprised.  George has discovered that he can squeeze through the window above our bed and gain access to the roof space.  Whereupon he is master of his own domain - scanning the neighbourhood for cats, getting an early glimpse of any invading visitors and generally lording it over us lower ground mortals.  It's been a good way to meet the neighbours - mostly female - who have rushed over in a state of mild alarm to tell us the news.  Anyway, after a while, Georgie gets sick of it and asks to be lifted back (he can't jump back in).  And peace is restored to Point Chevalier for the meantime.

Phil runs winery tours in Auckland NZ when he's not being annoyed by George.