A Thing Called Spring

   As well as we know Lucky, it's sometimes strange remembering that we haven't yet had him for a full year.  As such, we are, delightfully, still experiencing firsts.  And our first spring together is off to a grand start.

   His previous home was a very different place to the city, and the smells here are new smells for Lucky.  He's been having a great time on all of his usual favourite walks, and we can see that he's both confused and intrigued that his hang-outs all suddenly smell and look so different.

Calton Hill gorse

London Road daffodils

   Last week, Scot was enjoying the last bit of a tub of Haagen Dazs chocolate ice cream, with Lucky on the couch next to him.  He finished, and went through to the other room, leaving the almost empty carton on the side, well within Lucky's reach.  A few moments later, Lucky appeared next door holding the carton in his mouth and wagging his tail, but he hadn't cleaned it out, which he easily could have.  He was asking permission.

   Had this been any other flavour, he would have been given it.  What a shame!