Breaking Bad

If I didn't think Leeloo might be pregnant I might have already throttled her unconscious at least 4 times in the last 2 weeks. Her behaviour is so un-Leeloo-like it's as though someone has replaced my Darling Bubbalicious with a doppelganger. Some might suggest her behaviour is because she's in whelp but I can't confirm that for at least another 3 weeks. Today, though, I can easily imagine what she might look like pregnant because her tummy is full of at least 5 or 6 cups of stolen dog food kibble. Oh yes, she broke into a bag of dog food and ate until she could eat no more. I hope she has a tummy ache. She is also on a diet so this means no dinner tonight and no breakfast in the morning. Bad Leeloo.

To run off the fruits of her gluttony we take our walks among the daisies - and yes, those are little yellow daisies, not dandelions. We must sniffy together on one side of the path ...

And then we must sniffy together on the other side of the path. Gives new meaning to stopping and smelling the flowers.

Leeloo keeps an eye on the forest for any creatures who might show their bushy little chattering selves. No squirrels were seen on this walk be you can be sure I felt very safe with Leeloo on the look out.

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.