A Week’s Worth

Of fun, frivolity, and baking hot sun that is.

Continued testing with the cooling vest has been nothing short of a complete success – longer walkies have been accomplished and more precious cones have been gathered.

See?

We also swung through the early Bastille Day celebration here in the Pearl District – not much for doggies to do this time around.

The place was swarming with overly-caffeinated children and slow-moving adults.  Not really my cup of tea, and I didn’t see any dog-related booths so oh well.

Jamison Square – where the Bastille Day celebrations took place – is one of the parks that I visit daily in my quest to pee and poop over everything here in Portland.  On the hot weekends it becomes almost a beach – children running wildly in the fountain, adults variously chasing said children and lying on the grass, lots of weird chalk writing and odd foodstuffs left behind.  So I am just doing my part by “leaving something behind” – I poop here during the week, so you fancy Pearl-people may lay on it during the weekend.  A fair trade, I think.

With all of that ruckus, a boy has to go outside of the park to find a decent stick.  I found three.  And carried them all around NW Portland.  Kind of like recycling – but not.

Love,

Bogart