I'd finished my 956 page (no-really) murder mystery by Elizabeth George, the jigsaw puzzle held no allure, I'd already swabbed so much Pine Sol through the house that it smelled like a high school locker room, and the dog was bored. Time to hit the town.
Back we drove to her favorite park where we found a yappy Chihuahua (or is that redundant?), a miniature poodle, and two slightly chunky King Charles spaniels.
We also found a lot of beauty:
We also met up with someone else out for a
A little chameleon, who I promise isn’t dead, but might have been taking a page from the opossum survival handbook.