Envy is a terrible thing.

Molly found the perfect stick/log/branch. Star wasn't  happy. It even had a pre chewed middle. How lucky is that.

Lots of walking and a bit of painting.  If it works out, you may see it. If not, the fire might. 

Today was the day that the long lost sailor Will returned.  H is no longer alone and ceases to be part of our extended household, but we can still dog walk at a socially  distanced stick length. Just slightly  bigger than this one.
One happy H tonight so I probably won't  bother her this evening. 

As aye

XS.