Playtime

Cousteau, at nine, hasn't got any more mature in so many ways. When he has a stick in his mouth and is careening around, show pony stylee, he looks like a pup still.

He's had a bath this morning and is smelling much more pleasant.

We've had a cruisy day, finishing off a few things and are about to head in to pick up little Miss AB from school. It's a scorcher of a day; perfect for doing a few loads of washing.

Catch you later.

~Barking~