Four of my big burly boys came in the kitchen tonight when OH went to call the dogs in. It was actually rather lovely and felt utterly normal! Winston, Dante, D'Artagnan and Noah all came in to say hello having escaped their electric fenced paddock (with an obviously flat battery) They had a nosey at what I was cooking for tea, weren't interested in my mangetout, had a drink from the dogs bowl and generally a good wander around and went out again. D'Arty came back a second time and when shooed back out and the inside and outside lights were turned off I could still see the outline of his ears as he peered in through the french doors. Bless him. Now one of those would keep me warm tonight...Better than a dog and a hottie bottie. They'll be fine until the morning as the perimeter is more soundly fenced. Oh, but it was quite charming, and not a dropping in sight.