Cone. Cone. Cone.
HOW YOU TAUNT ME, FOUL WOMAN!
Mine. Mine. Mine.
Wait – you have another one? CAN I HAVE THAT ONE?
You will not take THIS one away from me. I have found a perfect place for it…
Hehehe. Hidden. Peed on. Having a big, juicy pine cone to play with one day… good. Having a big, juicy pine cone to play with – and exactly where you left it – a second day?
Priceless.
We spent some time today on top of Mt. Tabor, and today we went up the section that we had to climb, rather than walk in circles. Tough for mama, easy for me with my 4-wheel drive.
The CEO is in his seat, not terribly happily as I was displeased at the amount of time spent on the mountain. And – ahem – mama you were on the phone the entire time, so we actually spent a lot of that time sitting…
Lets walk some more, COME ON MAMA – outa the way, let me drive…
Ok then, PROMISE me that we’ll be walking more today…
I was pretty sure that this sign meant “Man Holding Stinky Poopy Bag”. Do you agree?
Yep, definitely “Man Holding Stinky Poopy Bag”.
Love,
Bogart
Yep. Definitely a “Stinky Poopy Bag”, Bogie. I only hope you did leave a dignifying sizable contribution to it. Well, did you?
Luv,
Bel
loving the stinky poopy bag sign arf arf
Hi Bogart,
We just popped over to invite yoo to alfie’s birthday party today ~ he’s ONE! It’s at our bloggie! 😉
Bogart, your interpretation of that sign is so funny… and so RIGHT ON! I mean, what else could he be doing?!
We love all the photos… you’re so cute!