Tourist or Local?

It's funny because we are both. Tourists - and locals. Mama and I wander around - sometimes aimlessly, sometimes with the aim machine at least turned on - and we see a lot of cool things. But yet we certainly don't know much about our new adopted town at this point, and so it's kind of important to do the "tourist-y" things as well as the "local" things.

While I was pondering that deep thought, mama was taking my picture with a varmint...

So... the Magic Gardens. Because I can't go inside we haven't done so, but from the outside it's still pretty darned marvelous.

It's good to get in close - that's where all of the good smells are.

So many smells and so little time.

We walked to the end of South Street where mama insisted I do the cheesy "tourist" pose:

These sculptures are pretty darned entertaining - for mama, that is. I was on a mission to find new greenery and I COULD SMELL IT...

Yep, new greenery with new smells. I jumped right up, posed for a few quick glamour shots to keep mama happy, then got down to the business of sniffin'.

First a funny face, while she's testing out the settings on her camera...

Then busting out the serious cuteness...

Full body shot to take in the entire awesome Dale-ness...

Getting a little annoyed that this impromptu photo shoot is taking so darned long...

Okay, okay. A little more supAIREmodeling...

The Many Moods of Bogart Handsome Devil...

And ending up with a bit of fun - I had to hold this pose for a moment while mama eagerly snapped away to get it just right (oh those PHOTOGRAPHERS...)

Love,

Bogart