The pussy willows are out. I'm sure the dogs would prefer them to be actual pussy cats but no matter, they can find other things to amuse them until we get home where they can roar at the neighbour's mangy feral felines.
I think this one of Esme is bang on exactly who she is. GO GO GO! Never stopping for long, always busy with the hustle and the bustle. The Ridgebacks are unceasingly tolerant of her constant throat tackles and hock gnawing ways and maybe, just maybe, Esme can get Leeloo to stir to lose a pound or two with a couple of rounds of tag in the woods.