Archie snoozes in his bedroom, dreaming of Mo, chasing wabbits and spending the day on the beach.

Archie is special. He’s such a disturbed doggie and I wish it wasn’t so. He rarely gets involved but likes to be close to me and in a spot that means he can protect me from harm, so usually between me and the door.

He has a little “bedroom” by the door and next to my spot on the sofa so I can reach down and tickle his ear whenever I want to. He likes it and so do I. In fact, sometimes I wish I could curl up in Archie’s bedroom with him.

Where is Archie as I type? He's on the floor in the den, between me and the door, making sure that no-one can hurt me and making sure that if I leave the room he knows about it. He's a special dog.

Lichen was fascinating me last year.