Spring is in the air and the sap is rising. Only mildly chastised for pissing on the kitchen floor overnight, I think she must be going soft in her old age. He didn't spend the entire weekend chained to that bloody computer for once, which meant that I got a nice hour and a half walk down by the river yesterday with ample rolling and eating opportunities. Hurrah! Scared a few ducks and then ate their bread, the soft bastards. Found a copy of Razzle in the woods and went home. All in all not a bad day. Pooh count four, about average.
