Well, we all rose a little late, but we joined the keeper outside for breakfast this morning. This is the first time we have done it this year. The mock orange is out and it is a beautiful smell. Alice found an old toy mouse hidden in the bushes, and played with it while the keeper ate her oatmeal and read the paper, I, Cecil, rolled in the hot gravel. I love it when it is hot! So does the keeper. We are soulmates. She is not fond of rolling in the dirt or the gravel, though. It's been a year since my original owners gave me up for adoption. I think I got very lucky.
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