So mom heard that there was going to be a winter storm today here in Los Angeles. Ok... we could certainly use some rain (we haven't had any since April and even then, it wasn't much), and maybe we'd even get some thunder, lightning, or gosh maybe even SNOW. She got REALLY excited because she misses "real" weather. Yes it's September in the desert, but it was in the newspaper and on the news...
I spent my first big Winter Storm day in Pasadena. You can judge for yourself how winter-y and storm-y it was...
Notice all of the snow on the streets and the silly humans - unprepared - wearing shorts and flip flops.
I stopped for a cold drink at the outdoor "ice" fountain...
A little game of hide-and-go-seek (mom kept the leash on so she would be able to find me in a snow drift or through the violent hail in case we got separated)...
Traditional winter foliage...
Ok how wrong is this... a giant Drinkwell fountain like the one I use at home, outdoors, just where I'd like a big drink, and it even has a kind of FIRE HYDRANT in the middle of it, I ask HOW MUCH MORE PERFECT COULD IT BE FOR A DOGGIE DRINKING FOUNTAIN... and it's got metal chain surrounding it, a big Keep Out sign. Bastards.
Me and Dad outside of Gordon Biersch - another place that won't allow well-behaved dogs to eat al fresco, but will allow screaming, pooping human babies. Go figure.
I couldn't figure out why this little guy didn't want to play - he looks just like the coyotes that run down my street every night (and that I LOVE to chase) but he didn't run even when I barked. I lost interest quickly.
On such a winter-y day, I considered taking up a hobby. At the pawn shop I saw lots of cool guitars... maybe I could be a rock star... I've got a nice long tongue, I've heard that this could make me a STAR...
Well it appears that we weathered the storm rather well - all 80 degrees of it - and the ride home in the Bogie-mobile went well (no skating on any ice or reduced visibility because of wind and rain). Whew... I guess I can remove my tongue from my cheek now...
Love,
Bogart
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