Me and the Bleu were able to enjoy our fine dinner experience and make a short swaff frew the yard before barometric pressure gently direct me otherwise... and I had to retreat to the bunker!
Once in the bunker... I analyze barometric pressure v. radar. And the Bleu just try to find place to rest heself... where the Luke will not be hoppin over him. No big deal, but just sayin.
And now here I am, greetin the Mom when I have resolved my fears... danger is over!
I am still bit scared. Bit embarassed. Bit just do not want a lot of attention...
Until the bed time!!! And then I am relaxed wif the many and lovin foughts and hopes! Just sayin.