Keeps me running down the street a top speed because damn does it look like a rogue tennis ball… Really. Tell me that doesn’t look like a tennis ball. Doesn’t taste like a tennis ball, but looks disarmingly like one. And then I spotted THIS. The apples are messing with me today… Love, Bogart
Sleepy B’Aire
I do not believe in doing anything uncomfortable. Ever. Especially after a hard days’ worth of sleeping, walking, eating, and pooping. This pup is pooped, and I believe that only a human-sized bed will do. So I curl up on mama’s covers, slide on up against the nice, soft pillows, and hunker down for a…
Paint Torch (with Bogart and oh, Claes Oldenburg)
No Pile Left Behind
Shrine to Cones
Riders on the Storm
Today, I Am Six
The Maine Event
It is ALWAYS a good thing when a package arrives addressed to me. Always. And packages addressed to me ALWAYS smell good. From the outside. That’s how I know the packages are for me. I have this amazing nose, you see, it’s just a simple biological fact. WHOA! PINE CONES!!! I thought this package smelled…