The Star of Love

Despite having a large area fenced in for his own use, Alistair insists, at volume, on being taken out to the front garden once a day. He has discovered that the cat from across the road sometimes sleeps under the rosemary bush, and he has to make sure that it's not there. I put on his little red harness and off we go.

Anyway, there we were yesterday afternoon, investigating the skinks under the paving stones, when a wallaby casually hopped by on the footpath. And Alistair was so shocked he had to sit down and watch it go all the way up the hill. You could almost hear his brain cogs whirring. Poor lamb. It must be surprising to find out there are more animals than Cats and Dogs and Things I Could Eat.

In other news: My finger is not puffy!