The Princess lives!

Hi G-Fans!

Another droopy night for the concierge (who returned home past curfew!).

I seem to think that tonight is a good night to remind everyone that I am still a princess and didn't outgrow it or something.

princess |ˈprinsəs; ˈprinˌses; prinˈses|nounthe daughter of a monarch.• a close female relative of monarch, esp. a son's daughter.• the wife or widow of a prince.• the female ruler of a small state, actually, nominally, or originally subject to a king or emperor.• informal a spoiled or arrogant young woman.ORIGIN late Middle English : from Old French princesse, from prince(see prince ).
I am not particularly fond of the definition, I don't think it adequately deals with my situation....

I think you should disregard the above and just bask in my amazingness.  That will make it better for everyone.

I might need to revise the definition.

Maybe I will write to Wikipedia.

It needs to be done.

Anyway,

Enough of my literary pursuits and musings.

Back to today.

Glorious summer day, and the concierge was able to spend lunch with us so we were able to hang a bit before she returned to work.  Then she ruined it by returning home so late and our walk became perfunctory.  Although, there are confused birds residing at the school who must have been blown off track and they remain off track.  In the dark they look like terns or sand pipers.   Maybe even Piping Plovers (a swear word in these parts it seems).  I don't know.  I do know that they will tease us as we are doing our evening school walk rounds and drive Harry and Raphael, in particular, all of us in general, crazy.   At 10:00 at night the concierges aren't so keen on our antics.  Barking and frenzied zipping back and forth with spittle flying from our jowls is not what they are interested in handling.

It isn't pretty.

So, that is it, the concierge is blinking out.

So, may your unexpected visitors be joyous events and cause for celebration.

TTFN!

Enjoy the pictures of us!

-G

(p.s. - Tessa is making some horrific smelling air tonight - the concierge is worried about packages being found in the morning.  Tess is not one to ask to go out to take care of business... da duh dun dun... Cue Ominous Music...)

She looks so innocent and benign there....

But this is not the view you want to have of her tonight!

Patty Pan squash picked a bit later than they should be....This one is a whopper and the concierge says might weigh as much as 5 pounds....