As a friend once quipped, "for some people, the question is, 'why walk if you can drive?' and for others, the question is, 'why walk if you can be driven?'"
I subscribe to the latter scenario, and given my recent grooming status, hopped right into the passenger seat. The front one, that is.
I was happily reunited with my buddy BJ, and the icing on the proverbial cake was an unexpected treat!
I took a brief pause from my walk to observe the amateur action. They had my attention!
OK, so he had a little help from his friends, but still. He was very proud of himself, and deservedly so.
This town isn't big enough for both of us!
Crisis Averted: (Sammy doesn't see me)
Close Call: (Sammy and I saw each other)
Notice my laser focus and tail at attention.
(You would have seen me up on 2 legs, but she couldn't hold onto me AND the camera to capture that)
Not sure which one of us is "behind bars"...would have been fun to join him in a meetup, but alas I had to settle for exchanging meaningful looks. He had my full and undivided attention.
Clearly, I did not get the memo about dressing up for the occasion.
The sun had yet to set, the stick was mine, and I was in no rush, so I settled in and applied myself to the task at hand. Time to give my pearly whites a workout.
I know the "lion clip" is as legitimate as the "retriever clip" and that "no discrimination will be made" regarding this, but after tuning in to must-see TV, I find myself unexpectedly grateful for how I'm groomed.
Don't they realize this is akin to donning a winter sweater and no slacks? Not a good look.
