Fang again

Fang had a bit of a wild day yesterday - first close introduction to the lawn mower (he didn't like the noise), his "potty garden" was dug up and sprinklered, and he discovered that, fascinating as the smoke from the barbecue is, it's not good to get it square in the face. So it's understandable, I suppose, that he retired to his favorite resting spot (a hay bale) and was so exhausted he basically laid his head in the food dish so he could eat without too much effort...