Of fun, frivolity, and baking hot sun that is.
Continued testing with the cooling vest has been nothing short of a complete success – longer walkies have been accomplished and more precious cones have been gathered.
See?
We also swung through the early Bastille Day celebration here in the Pearl District – not much for doggies to do this time around.
The place was swarming with overly-caffeinated children and slow-moving adults. Not really my cup of tea, and I didn’t see any dog-related booths so oh well.
Jamison Square – where the Bastille Day celebrations took place – is one of the parks that I visit daily in my quest to pee and poop over everything here in Portland. On the hot weekends it becomes almost a beach – children running wildly in the fountain, adults variously chasing said children and lying on the grass, lots of weird chalk writing and odd foodstuffs left behind. So I am just doing my part by “leaving something behind” – I poop here during the week, so you fancy Pearl-people may lay on it during the weekend. A fair trade, I think.
With all of that ruckus, a boy has to go outside of the park to find a decent stick. I found three. And carried them all around NW Portland. Kind of like recycling – but not.
Love,
Bogart
