Klaus... this is for you. A little inside joke. Remember for the last two years when I was sugar-free and all I talked about having was a pain au chocolat? Well, the first bite is for you darling, I just wish you were sitting across from me and stealing that bite yourself.
Dad, I approve. I brought her here this morning to St. Honore Cafe because she hasn't been eating food that makes her happy lately. And I know that we all used to come here - and it always made us all happy.
And in more important news... I HAVE FOUND WHERE THEY KEEP THE CONES HERE.
Since we moved to our new apartment, I have not been able to find any damn pine cones. Little prickly balls of spiky fury, yes. I have found those. But those are not pine cones and those hurt when I crunch on them. These are perfect - a great size for getting 5 or 6 in a mighty Dale mouth (the better to keep them from mama and drop them in the street while we are frantically crossing - fun!).
Yes dogs of the Pacific Northwest, come to Couch Park! I have seen the pine-cone-shaped light!
Bogart & Lulu