Sushi Friday

In the olden days, like in October, Friday nearly always was Pizza night. Then came the stupid diet, and we hardly ever eat pizza any more. I did remind mum that it was in fact Friday when she went to the store today. And she came home with something nice, which was a great relief. Mumble made a beeline for it, too.

We met a giant black poodle named Stella during walkies. She loves other poodles, and so do I. It doesn’t matter that we are different sizes, a poodle recognises a poodle. She even got one of my treats and I didn’t mind.