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!).