# 3:00pm: Spent the afternoon going on a walk. A most productive day; I was able to mark territory for two blocks.  We had a small snack at an outdoor cafe we like, with meat scraps and bread served out of circular containers with easily displaced lids. Ran into that rogue Duke, who lifted his leg with irritating nonchalance — does he think I don’t know about his obsession with Abby, that snotty Cocker Spaniel from down the road? Last month there wasn’t a male in the neighborhood who couldn’t be found outside her fence, and Duke was at the head of the pack. I let him know I want nothing more to do with him.

# 4:00pm: What a treat! On the way home a flock of ravens drew my attention to a squirrel that had been flattened by an automobile. After several days in the sun, the aroma was so delicious it made my nose quiver. I rolled in the wondrous fragrance for several minutes, and when I stood up I positively radiated eau de roadkill. Let Duke drool over Abby — he doesn’t know what he’s missing.