These sketches of Mr. Darcy are usually done from photos I take, since we're out, and he's moving around. But this was the scene one day as I glanced down from my work table, so I grabbed my watercolors and sketched it right then. The stuffed octopus was a present from good friends, and it came across the country with us.

Mr. Darcy does not adapt well to change.

We're here for several months away from the sofa where Mr. Darcy usually sleeps, so I decided to order him a new bed when we got here.

I'm back from my week with the sisters in time for Fathers' Day. Dad found me my first, beloved dog, was there when I adopted Mr. Darcy, and takes all my dogs (three over the years) out to the country for their very best days. My dogs and I have both been lucky to be loved and supported by him.

This blog is taking a brief vacation while I go visit my sisters for a few days. But I have photographic evidence that Mr. Darcy is happily consoling himself in my absence with a steak bone from our kind next door neighbor.

Mr. Darcy's diet has gotten widely more interesting in a household where meat is cooked regularly and there are egg scraps for breakfast every day.

I tend to only cook spinach pie at home. Mr. Darcy gets daily egg scraps and meat here. He is in heaven.