Snowman, 2. Bogart, 3.

Oh, snowman.  You pathetic little frozen beast.  Not even much of a snowman - just three slightly smaller sized lumps smashed on top of one another.  Your arms aren't exactly anatomically correct either, it would be difficult for you to accomplish much of anything with those oddly-placed appendages.

You only have two.  I have three.  I WIN

Love,

Bogart

November in Pittsburgh

Have I mentioned that not only did we move to Pittsburgh but that I live RIGHT NEXT TO A MASSIVE PARK FULL OF STICKS, BUNNIES, AND DEER?  No?  Well it’s true.

I’m sadly not allowed to chase ’em – the creatures and critters – I know it’s for my own good.  So I shall comfort myself with piles and piles of sticks.  And pose majestically.

Love,

Bogart

Best in the World

Yep.  That's me.  And that's my newest park treasure.  The incredibly annoying part is that I cannot bite a basketball.  I try, and I try, and I try, but still it resists the sweet bursting that a soccer ball so readily submits to.  Very satisfying.  But a basketball is just too big to get my mighty jaws around and sink my teeth into.  So mama just has to keep kicking it out from under me, and I chase it, capture it in my manly paws, shove it back through my muscle-y haunches, and then the fun starts all over again.

Love,

Bogart

Learning Your B's and D's

Out of nowhere in my latest favorite park, these giant letters appeared one foggy morning. Actually almost all of the letters of the alphabet appeared - giant, brightly-painted wooden letters.

I am nothing if not inquisitive. But I draw the line at putting my head through so you can take a funny picture. It just ain't right.

Love,
Bogart

Park Found. Can Relax Now.

All is right with the world now.  We made it safely to Pittsburgh, all of our stuff is slammed into our new apartment, and so it was time for the important stuff.  FIND MY PARK.

Luckily, just down the street is an entrance to Frick Park, one of the big parks here in Pittsburgh.  Grassy areas for those lazy days, and wooded, forest-y areas for when one feels the urge to hike.  I AM IN HEAVEN.

And sticks... did I mention that there are plenty of sticks? 

Love,
Bogart