Naughty, naughty Bleu... he thought he had the real estate market cornered. So what if he's almost three? I deserve my own scented adornment in my yard... and he'd BETTER keep off it. It feels good to hunt out a place and to watch him huff as I cover his mark. A few more weeks of practice and I'll get this down to an aiming science - - and maybe I wont fall over as often either... I love being a boy.