Last week I found this on my front porch.
Yep. The drool does the trick. The box is starting to yield to my ministrations.
Of course, I went for these big bones first.
But then my girl noticed some bootifully colorful bananas in the box. She liked the Babushka look that Tadpole pulled off with a new banana I had sent him, so she had me pose Babushka-like after I read Faya's card to me.
I snapped out of it, though, and willingly vogued for the camera!
It was time to get down to some serious chewing!
Here you have a better look at that crazy-haired squeaky and of those fabulous bones I was wanting to chew. There were some other goodies in the box, but I don't know where they are in this photo.
Still working on the package.
Hey! You gonna help me here, goobette, or are you just gonna keep snapping your little camera?
Having received no cooperation from the puparazzi, I refused to be photographed.
My girl took my bananas away and relegated me to the backyard with my tasty bone.
Posing instead of gnawing.
Sweet Sissy Faya!! You are so good to me. Thanks for all the presents! I love them, but I love you more, sissy o' mine! You're the BEST!
A vintage Vespa scooter. First off, it's a classic. It is great for zipping around for short trips, but not ideal for long roadtrips. (I'm more of a sprinter, not a marathoner). It is fuel efficient like me, and it always seems to make people smile when it goes by.