In the days before The Duchess, The Big Brown One was our raison d’être. He was the centre of our affection, our play, our laughter. People wondered if he’d sink into a deep state of depression when he was forced to relinquish his rights to our attention to The Duchess.
But this is what we used to do with him in the days before her arrival:
Eh, somehow I think he’s coped just fine.