Oh lions of Philadelphia, how you taunt me. But I am not moved by your majesty, I HAVE THINGS TO DO.
It’s time to head to the park – for a little Dale R-and-R.
Ah, Washington Square Park. The one here in Philadelphia. A wonderful place where a boy can walk, run, and…
Oh crap. So I’m NOT supposed to be in the plant beds? So then tell me this: Why are the plant beds so irresistible? The varied levels of plant life, the leafs of many colors, the flower shrubs at just the right height for a boy to pee on them…
Time to investigate some of the local flora that I am actually allowed to investigate.
Like the big trees here – there is SOMETHING here in the tangled roots, I just have to get to it.
And what better way than by flexing my fine, terrier digging muscles. As always, dig first, then go in for a full face sniff.
Alas, all of that digging for nothing (other than the fine pleasure of digging – which is absolutely NOT nothing). There must be something else in this park today, something like…
STICKS!!! YES YES YES!!!
Sticks serve so many purposes, here I am using this fine one as a sort of primitive toothbrush. You know, to brush my teeth. If I actually did brush my teeth. Or if I even cared about such things.
Oh hell, I’m just chewing on a tasty stick, who am I kidding.
Love,
Bogart
Oh, Bogie! You are such a cutie. And you made my mama giggle looking at your sweet pictures. And the stickies? She said they look sooooo irresistible that she would gladly crash next to you to share a chew …..
Luv,
Bel (yeah, me too)
Bogart-
That last picture is a keeper!
Are you sticking your tongue out at me? Haha
Wyatt
Those sticks sure do look good Bogie!