It’s funny because we are both. Tourists – and locals. Mama and I wander around – sometimes aimlessly, sometimes with the aim machine at least turned on – and we see a lot of cool things. But yet we certainly don’t know much about our new adopted town at this point, and so it’s kind of important to do the “tourist-y” things as well as the “local” things.
While I was pondering that deep thought, mama was taking my picture with a varmint…
So… the Magic Gardens. Because I can’t go inside we haven’t done so, but from the outside it’s still pretty darned marvelous.
It’s good to get in close – that’s where all of the good smells are.
So many smells and so little time.
We walked to the end of South Street where mama insisted I do the cheesy “tourist” pose:
These sculptures are pretty darned entertaining – for mama, that is. I was on a mission to find new greenery and I COULD SMELL IT…
Yep, new greenery with new smells. I jumped right up, posed for a few quick glamour shots to keep mama happy, then got down to the business of sniffin’.
First a funny face, while she’s testing out the settings on her camera…
Then busting out the serious cuteness…
Full body shot to take in the entire awesome Dale-ness…
Getting a little annoyed that this impromptu photo shoot is taking so darned long…
Okay, okay. A little more supAIREmodeling…
The Many Moods of Bogart Handsome Devil…
And ending up with a bit of fun – I had to hold this pose for a moment while mama eagerly snapped away to get it just right (oh those PHOTOGRAPHERS…)
Love,
Bogart
if you know what I mean. 
