Bud can be a Hellion sometimes – he moved my shoes to a secret spot under the dining room table this morning, just for the fun of it. He doesn’t chew them or hurt them, he just has strong ideas about where they ought to be.

He moves Maria’s shoes and slippers around to. He is the Vice President For Shoes.

Then he has his Angel Face moments. Maria and I went for a long walk today, and I took a nap afterwards. It’s cold out there, and windy today.

(We did stop at the Cambridge Farmer’s Market and bought some Russian-style piroggi and chicken meatballs with rice. Wow.)

Just as I went to sleep, But hopped up on my lap and put his head on my chest. He had his Angel Face, he looked like the sweetest dog on the planet. At the moment, he was. But don’t be fooled. The spirit of the Hellion is still there.