How do you like my new bib.
Mums been threatening for ages to make me one. I do make such a mess down my chest as I have been told I drool a little bit.
I even have a B for Bertie on the front.
I was concentrating on a lovely biscuit and a piece of ham in this photograph, that's why I was sitting so still.
Mind I don't know how long Mum's handiwork will last once I manage to get my teeth into it, I could potentially rip it to shreds in seconds. I had better humour her for a while and keep my teeth off it.
Hurry up, this posing is getting very boring!