About last night
Bree has lost little moxie with age and certainly none of her acrobatic skill. Took her out last night at dusk to play; a storm making its way in gave us that extra urgent thrill.
The photos are rubbish in pretty much every way – but at least we can tell it’s Bree… what can’t be conveyed are the pretty pirouettes she accomplished to catch the ball…


Like an ugly paperweight, I keep moving that lawn mower around the back yard, but it just doesn’t look right anywhere. Bet it would look superb in the garage…