D.O.P.-T.

This morning it was Mama Violet, not Prudence, who was put out when I not only brought out breakfast, but then continued down the stairs towards her in order to get the newspaper. I tried to reassure her by going around the opposite side of the car from where she took cover, but it was no good, she was too affronted and vanished. Hopefully it was her who polished off the food at noontime.

The dog refused to go walkies in the cool of the morning. Luckily it was mild enough to walk her when she expressed interest at 4:15 or so, and she took me on an epic exploration of this side of the park.