Twas a lovely day here in Portland. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and mama's neck hurt so she couldn't pull me away from all of the fascinating smells along the Park Blocks.
Awesome. No need to stick to the established pathway, it's far more interesting to walk amongst the grass. Mama generally prefers not to walk this way - something about stepping in errant poop? - but I love it. And I never, ever step in poop, unlike the, ahem, "superior" bipeds.
Yes the photography isn't up to snuff, but this was really interesting. It was in the window of one of the little art galleries in our neighborhood. It is a wooden record player (mama had to fill me in on what that means, since I have never seen such a thing and well, she's old).
I thought perhaps I would go inside to check it out personally, you know, get an up close look at it. Alas, twas not to be. I even knocked and everything.
Lets head for the river and enjoy this sunshine!
I was completely unsure about this at first. Was this a dog? A pony? Something else?
Believe it or not, this dog weighs 198 pounds. He is HUGE - tall, broad, and with gigantic paws. You cannot help but bow down to his sheer size. He was super sweet too and his butt smelled nice. Time to head home for some chow, I feel like a pipsqueak next to this guy.