What a Difference a Day Makes…

WOW.  Can you believe that just yesterday this was under almost a whole foot of snow?

Yep, this is where I take my morning walkies, and for the last week or so it’s been kind of treacherous.  Almost 2 feet of snow and ice was here – the last full snow was on Christmas day – until it started to rain yesterday.  And rain, and rain, and rain…

I’m quite happy about it, although I will miss the snow.  It was my first real snow so I shall always have fond memories of jumping in it and smooshing my face deep into a nice, frosty pile.

But the good thing is that now since the snow is gone, we can drive again!  Yes, we were housebound for over a week, only able to get out to walk around a bit before we got cold and scared of falling on ice.  So we decided to do a little walkie tour of Hawthorne Blvd. as we haven’t been here in awhile… I paused to check on some of the last snow piles – some definite yellow-ness in there – just to make sure there weren’t any overdue messages for me…

Nope, no messages.  Onward ho!

Ah, the Portland Pet Supply.  I always love this place, it smells so good inside.  But alas, they are not open on Sundays, even for a special visit from me…

I even got my head all the way inside the bars to check – just to be sure – that they were indeed closed.  Yup.

It’s ok – there is still plenty to see, sniff, and poop on.  I almost caught mama and dad off-guard, as they haven’t been used to bringing poopie bags with them for awhile now… when I’ve gotta go, I’ve gotta go, poopie bag or not!  Luckily there was still one in dad’s pocket, so they were spared – this time.

This sign made mama giggle – and she thought that some of you doggies might have mama’s that would giggle about this as well…

Ah, a nice long walkie accomplished, time to get back into the Bogcedes and head for home.  A lot of the time when I ride in the back seat (I call it the Chairman’s Quarters), I lay down and put my head up onto the back of either mama or dad’s seat and rest like this.  I find it relaxing and reassuring to have my nose right up against mama or dad’s necks…

And I know that mama especially likes to feel some manly beard on her shoulder…

And some hot canine breath…

And of course, THE BUTTON

Love,

Bogart