After a very un-sunny start, this evening was actually rather nice. Even though mama still has a sore throat, I had to insist that the evening walkie was substantial.
We thought about stopping at the supermarket - but then discovered that there were some guys outside selling newspapers and they had several dogs with them, who just didn't look friendly. So rather than leaving me outside with them, we walked on. But we still need to eat. If we can't get a frozen pizza, then the real thing will have to do. Lets make an escape - to Escape to New York Pizza on 23rd, shall we?
Mmm... mozzarella. Goodness.
And how about getting back to that substantial walkie? We walked all the way down to the river. They seem to be setting up tents for a Cinqo de Mayo festival (note to self - come back next week for some bueno chow).
A long walkie makes me feel all introspective. Some dogs see the glass as half empty, some dogs see it as half full. I prefer to see the world as a half full ferris wheel:
Yes, half full. Ferris wheel. That'll work.
Lets head home... I didn't get much of that tasty pizza and I think it's time to bust open a can.
Out of my way people! There is green tripe in my immediate future...
Love,
Bogart
