It has been HOT here in Portland. Yes I know that it is summer. And yes I remember my early years in Los Angeles. But with all of the lovely seasons here in the Pacific NW, I seem to have forgotten what summer FEELS like.
Today… I remembered.
An afternoon spent in the forest is ALWAYS a good thing, but especially when it’s hot. There is always some cozy shade to be found. And some fantastic sticks don’t hurt either.
We had a nice little picnic on the side of the volcano. Mama was enjoying sitting and relaxing. I, on the other hand, had other ideas. Sometimes I have to be more persuasive than others…
We have a special understanding. I can bite her head and she still loves me. I can bark at full strength right into her ear and I still get a big kiss.
I’ve got her wrapped around my fuzzy finger.
Even with a mouthful of forest – thanks to some extended pine cone action – she still loves me. I assume I will have to dodge a bath this evening, however.
Wish me luck!
Love,
Bogart
