Darling Boy

That's what SHE calls me when
(a) she wants something, or
(b) when I've been particularly good.
She called me her darling boy several times this afternoon, so I think I must have been particularly good, and I did pose for a photo very nicely, so she could use her new camera.

Then we did go to OGH garden for a little while but it started to rain, so we called off the long walk, and went on a short walk instead around the lake.  Cold enough to freeze a dog's you know whats, so it's a very good job I don't have any anymore.

Hey. I was sitting on her lap the other night, and there was this man on television and I didn't like him one little bit, and when he did come on the screen I did growl and bark a bit.  Just a little woof,  his name is Richard Ayoade, and those in England will probably know him, and those in USA probably won't.  But he's extremely irritating, and he had on a hat that made him look like a basset hound, and  we all know how much I dislike THEM.

Naturally enough THEY both thought it was hilarious, and did laugh out loud upon which I got very dignified, and told them to mind their manners. 

It was not a laughing matter.