ATTENTION RITTENHOUSE SQUARE PARK VISITORS (and everyone else within a 2-block radius): I’m feeling GOOD! Not letting a little thing like major surgery get me down, I’m having more “up” days than “down” ones, and damnit, a boy needs his walkies. Hey, Rittenhouse, HAVE YA MISSED ME? (I missed you) Love, Bogart
 On Thursday, something felt wrong.  Very, very wrong.  I had gone for my first “senior visit” at my local vet last Saturday where they found a large mass in my abdomen.  That wasn’t fun, but we had scheduled an ultrasound and biopsy thinking that surgery was a very real possibility. Well yes, yes it was.…
Nothing can stop me when there are pine cones around. NOTHING. THROW ME A CONE! Um, thanks. CONE CONE CONE CONE CONE CONE CONE CONE Look. I let you clean my toes. I wore the potentially-humiliating Flashdance-style sweatshirt. I’m wearing the damn booties. GIVE ME MY CONE I do love this snow. Even though there…
The Big City. The Concrete Jungle. Philadelphia is a lot of things. And one of them is that we have a really crumbling infrastructure, especially our roads. Seriously. Drive around Philly for any length of time, and you will be left with a marbled undercarriage, stubbly tires, and a reason to visit the chiropractor. But…
