Strawberries

This is Reggie's first blip appearance in 2014. He has developed a Pavlovian reaction to the sight and sound of people, particularly Wifie. It's strawberry season, and he wants one. He's hoping, wishing, willing someone to drop one in.

After another winter in the fridge, he's enjoying his summer. He's at last taken to spending his nights in his insulated house, which is good as we now know where he is most of the time. He no longer disappears into the impenetrable depths of the overgrown flower beds. We seem to have secured the garden at least for now, and there have been no break outs.

A few days ago, Wifie found him getting frisky with a yard brush. We've left it there to keep him interested.

Another great day in the Tour de Yorkshire, a great Wimbledon final (though I would have preferred a different result). It's dinner time, and Gus has that "It's time for a walk" look.