Stella got to have a little visit with Barney (pictured), Jesse and Maurice this morning. Maurice couldn't believe he was looking at the same puppy he met nine months ago. He spent most of the time, looking stunned. We stayed long enough for her to show off her stuff, then it was time to go. I forgot to mention in the last post that Stella (and Jesse) recently starred in a story on my other blog. [link] It's unreasonably long for a blog post and not exactly what I'd call light reading so to those of you who've already been there and read it - thank you.
Oh, I really should add one more thing. Some of you may have seen it in the Twitter feed but in case you didn't, a few days ago I opened my eyes like I do every morning at six o'clock and Stella walked up to the edge of the bed, like she always does. I stroked her head and we looked at each other, eye to eye. She then opened her mouth and out of it exploded a live cricket. It landed like a cannon ball in my arm pit. I nearly tore down a ceiling fan.
We still can't find the cat.