Sorry to report there's been no change in Beau's tumor, so it's off to the cardiologist tomorrow morning for an EKG to get a readout on that heart murmur and find out whether he's fit for surgery. Otherwise, he seems in fine fettle today. The wind is blowing so hard this morning that bassets could fly. Just lift up those airfoil ears like Dumbo's and away they go. The birches in our yard are raining seeds with every gust. At last, autumn is in the air. My favorite season. How I love it!