There was a lot of fuss about the storm, but mostly all I noticed where lots of branches
on the ground and a lot of Fatties hanging about spying on me from the trees and making their usual gibbering sort of noise. I have taken the color away from this one.
I have never ever caught a Fatty, and perhaps I never will. They are the bane of my life.But on to better things. Knutty is home.
We went round his house this morning so he could come to the park with us.
Louie was there
and Milo who has just got a human baby sister
and Sid who had a ball today, not his Snapple bottle
and a little one that is a cockerpoo like Professor Joba, but you can see this one's eyes.
this is not-Joba and someone fluffy sitting on the bench.
That is all for now.
Love
from
Buster