Some afternoons there is no Beata, and Mommy and I must fend for ourselves.
We like to take a walk to the hardware store.
It feels strange to see such slanted light when it's a bajillion degrees outside. For those of you outside the US, that's (a bajillion-32) x 5/9.
I live near the intersection of Church and Chapel. That's not confusing AT ALL.
At the hardware store, we buy a spicy beef stick and some rawhide bones. Halfway home, I reach back and pat Mommy's hand to remind her she hasn't given me my beef yet.
We like this house. It is apparently very old.
This one's old, too.
Totes' my street.
This was just built. We find it... unsightly and out of place.
That big blue car? Parking directly across from Mommy's driveway is generally a bad idea.
I am excited to give the girls their treats.
Pam and Joan have gotten wise to our routine.