The 40-pound bag arrived to much fanfare here at Chez Bogart. Both Bogart and the cats were absolutely FASCINATED by the box. Sniff sniff sniff, scratch scratch scratch. I was just tired from dragging the large package up 3 flights of stairs, and they used my tired-ness to their advantage – while Bogart’s mighty front…
A true artist cannot control his artistic impulses. Yes, I re-dug my hole. There is just something about it, the placement, the depth, the communing with nature… And once again, dad filled it in. Dad, I’m really worried about you. I thought you shared my artistic impulses. I thought you UNDERSTOOD… But alas, no. My…
