Today I was actually inside the (ok not velvet, it was vinyl) rope. The humans and I ventured into Old Town Pasadena for a little lunch. It was H-O-T, so I spent most of my time under the table, shading my eyes from the sharp gazes of the public and the harsh rays of the afternoon sun. Am I giving the razzberry to passersby who are not as fortunate as I to be seated at the best table on the patio? Or am I just doing a fancy tongue-shot a la Stanley & Stella?
Then after the meal it was time for a walk - to get those digestive fires going.
Just picking up some messages, then it's time to head back to the Bogie-mobile.