Sandy, Sandy, Sandy

Oh, Sandy.   You scared all but the mightiest away here in Center City.

But I am intrepid, if nothing else.  Perhaps a little swashbuckling.  Aw hell, I just really like to poop in the park and do not mind getting wet, so LETS GO

I thought I would swing by my usual hangouts, but horror of horrors, THE DOG STORE IS CLOSED

Sandy, HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?

I come here almost every day for a treat and some window shopping.  They are really nice to me and know me by name.  But today, this.

Really, Sandy?  Such an indignity?  HOW COULD YOU?

STAY SAFE EVERYONE!

Love,

Bogart

Riders on the Storm

Hurricane, eh?

I am suited up, and ready for you Irene.  I pee in your general direction.

 

I see absolutely no reason why I should curtail my normal walkie pattern because of some wind and rain.  What else is a raincoat for?

I still want to go to the park, I still want to walk in the grass, and I still want to delay going back inside for as long as possible.  The wind and rain in my beard is just a bonus.

Yes, yes, yes, I have heard that the hurricane is going to be much worse tomorrow.  I will be careful.  But I will also be outside as I am not a poopy-pad kind of guy.

Love,

Bogart