Postcard from Smoothy:
It’s a nice fall day in Sweden. I’ve been hanging around the yard with Ellie – patrolling the fence. She had a birthday this week. Ellie’s two by human reckoning; I’m not sure what that is in dog years. She’s been running on about Hollywood again. Somebody got her a SAG card, she says. I haven’t seen it yet.
Whatever. I climb the tree to my food on the counter which is dog proof. Kats rule!