Fabulous walk yesterday, escaping the kennel, or garden shed without the garden, otherwise misleadingly known as a “cabin” (as though it’s refuge and attractive). Here’s the photo close up.
And here’s a wonderfully wonky one:
A pleasant thought compared with waking up today, Friday Threat day. Kid ‘manager’ noisily mowed the grounds starting exactly at 7AM. Really lovely. Really thoughtful. A sitdown mower that makes a racket so much that you can’t hear a radio. Runs it around every kennel.
Why so early? Because it suits him. Only him.