Happy Windsday, Pooh

I don’t know why, just felt like typing that title. Owl says that in Winnie the Pooh and the Blustery Day, which I watched with my nephew T a while back. He, T, arrived for a visit with his mommy tonight. Daddy will follow in few days, when the work’s all done this week. ‘Course, they’re not here with Tasha and I at Condo del Cielo. It’s a swingin bachelor pad, so they’re all over at the family’s summer cottage.

Tasha had a pretty good day. A bath, some relaxed wandering about the grounds, and a few aminal cwackers.

We’re both pretty tired. The sprinklers should be off by now, so time for walkies and a quick pee in the wet grass before bed. (No, not me, Smarta–)