Mom has been bugging me for awhile about taking me to something called a “flea market”. I say, what do I need to go to a market for, I can get fleas any old time!!!
(yeah, she didn’t think it was that funny either)
So this morning after fun in the dog park mom and dad took me. I have to say that it was a whole lotta fun – I was quite the hit, and was easily the handsome-est dog there. There were other doggies walking around too, but none quite as cute and cuddly as me. I always like that.
I was of course very interested in the contents of each garbage can, and would make sure that mom stopped for a moment so that I could ascertain the local “color”.
Mom let me stop at many tables while she was looking at stuff, and I did find some things that interested me…
Maybe this “flea market” thing is kind of fun after all. And I’m not even scratching…
Love,
Bogart
