Falling on my fuzz like a memory Falling on my head and my paws and my stump… Love, Bogart
Flexi-bility
Squirrel Patrol
Ah, a break in the clouds, no rain for a little while. Midday walkie time! Ah, pretty leaves. So many colors. They’re EVERYWHERE. Soft on my tootsies. But wait… what’s that? Perhaps with your human eyes, you cannot see him. But I could feel his presence, see him, smell him. A squirrel is in this…
Going Aireborne
I Had a Dream…
Cone-age
Local Flora
Farm-aire-s Market
Today we had a mission. Mama had to go to the Hollywood Farmers Market to take some photos of a cooking demonstration, and as you can imagine there is no way she could do this alone… First we must fortify ourselves (after a considerable walk) with a chocolate croissant. I get croissant, mama gets the…