Friday, February 18, 2011

Rainy Day Walkies

uhm, Dad, you let me get wet.


The people think that I am being contradictory when I will run and play in the driving rain and splash in puddles and rivers and streams and run headlong into the ocean but I WILL NOT GET IN THE BATH.

They just don't understand what's fun and what's not.


I'm glad my mom is back home. I slept like the dead last night.

All is well.


the end of the road, dude.

Later, gator.


Friday, February 11, 2011

Lone Palm

getting my walk on
Dad takes me to the nicest places

It looks better with me in the picture
I had a lot of exploring to do

I pretended I was a bear coming out of hibernation


Well, here's a little post about my day. The man finally stayed home from work for once in his miserable life and took me out to Lone Palm.

So instead of spending the entire day asleep on my custom hand-made Morroccan leather poof, I will only spend twenty-three hours asleep on it.

The other hour was spent chasing enormous white egrets and gazing at sea lions and otters and gulls and cormorants and eating grass and running and running and running and then walking very slowly and panting and resting in the shade and trying to eat poop.

A girl has got to try.


I miss you, Mom.

Hurry home.