In Spring a young dog's fancy turns to Tarte au Pomme, walking outside and peeing on Alanea's flowers

I am really liking this spring outside stuff, too bad Gorge is in Denmark shoveling snow and Alanea is in Toronto dodging ice pellets.  I am going for a toilettage today, what a pain in the ass, if the girl was not so pretty I would protest.  Dave said he would go for me but the thought of those sharp scissors so close to his tail put him off.  Here are a few spring photos and Dave's birthday lunch, I love tarte.  Alanea's Jasmine almost died last year but it now looks about to take over the world.  The Acebia over the arbour is going crazy and everything is alive and well.  Alex just returned from Italy and Pierre might show up today.  I really miss Alanea, she is in Toronto with Sharon and Cargo the Border Collie.  Alanea cleans my eyes and talks to me every day, I am her business partner.  If Cargo was here he could chase those stupid looking sheep.  The fattest ones are near St. Tropez, figures.  Maybe

Francoise and Heinz will come and give me a treat soon.  Anne is back from England.  I have to get ready for my grooming a bientot.