A Horse named Thor (good boy)
Dash, having had enough highspeed fun.
Birthday boy’s Lego: Number Johnny Five?
What I don’t have a photo of is Mrs Doorhandle bravely stalking the bat flying around the cottage with a tea towel and oven mitts. (Mrs Doorhandle is the bravest hero in the history of manandwomankind) It was actually the second night of the bat, I tried to catch him in a pillow case the night before and he went back in to hiding for the day. Come nightfall there was still a damn bat in the house.
I suggested, in all seriousness, a tennis racket. Turns out I saw this in an old movie. At times like this I seem seem to fall back on “what would John Candy/Dan Aykroyd do?”