Happy Birthday, Cousteau!

Cousteau turned a respectable eleven today! He's had a good birthday, with wrestles, a long walk and a big bone to chew on.

He's a bit pooped now after all the activity, so has taken himself off to his bed.

Mr B and I were both home (my school was closed for Kyneton Cup Day and Mr B goes back to work tomorrow). 

I caught up with SG for a cuppa this morning, which was, as usual, lovely.

So, Mr C, we've known each other for nigh on 11 years now. I love you more than I ever knew I could love. Stinky breath and slobber aside, I couldn't imagine ever sharing my life with a better pooch. You're a great dog and I love you ever so.

We're all thinking of JL today, and of her lovely Lenci (Cousteau's sister) who died suddenly a few weeks ago. You are in our thoughts and our prayers, JL. Talk later. xxx

Right, off to feed the family (and I might find something special to add to Cousteau's dinner too!).

Night all.


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