Hubby took the dogs for a third walk today very early: he wanted to go before the rain.

Hardy is inside much of the day, and mostly is let out and does not leave the property by the time he is brought inside again. Up to 25 minutes.

Hubby says he is his cat. And that Laurel and Pele were mine, as they were the dumbest. It is a small joke but whatever, not that hugely funny.

* I am so happy with the only contribution of hubby to the last ghost of Laurel story: have Laurel meow' Ciao, meow' instead of simply a boring 'hello'. I love love love it.