It is a wild and woolly day out there and Wendell loves it. With his ears flying in the air, he cavorted about our local green, like a spring lamb. We can no longer use the beach nearest to us because it is closed to dogs for the season. Terry takes him for a walk at a beach, further away but that is too far for me to walk. We took Wendell to the vet the other day, for worming and weighing and he is now, officially, a medium sized dog. He has grown so fast and now weighs 22 lbs, most of which is solid muscle. My cats still treat him as an interloper and miss no opportunity to snag him with their claws, if he walks too close. He repays them with the occasional game of chase. I don’t have much to write today, so I shall sign off, Pen.