The calm before I head out with the tribe to secure tomorrow’s dinner.
You can look back at me all you want, dog. I’m afraid of heights AND THAT IS A BRIDGE.
A snapshot from my hike with the dogs on Saturday before two trees got claimed by Chuck.
If you throw it, she will come back.
When seeing actual physical elements of the sky is a luxury. Los Angeles, why did I quit you?
This week’s link round up.
Luckily neither I nor this neighbor take to walking around in the nude.
Having made it home just before no one was going to ever make it home and they are still not home.
Well, not so much of a whomp as a plop, but it’s looking like a white Christmas.
Yes, Chuck. I remember what it was like to Christmas shop in flip-flops in LA. I feel your pain.