ole coot.

i often confess as i walk to my innerlocutor and this morning i confess i was wishing cop would pee on the really rather shabby lawn of ole coot and bless his furry head, he did! i'm almost sorry ole coot was not attending to his policing and so the satisfaction this time i can only share with cop, and my faithful reader. then we had a marvelous time on the island, more ducklings, and bug and friend on the bridge in a lovely meeting and he wasn't mad i rudely woke him last time trying to picture the swallows. then we saw nike and her human and young nike pranced happily trying to engage the serious cop. every little thing was right with this walk. ahh!