Geez.  The humans were so upset about a storm that was supposed to dump feet of snow here in Philadelphia – um, no.

The winds, did however bring down a LOT of tasty sticks.  For which I am grateful.

GIMME GIMME GIMME

Stick after stick after stick, getting in my jumping practice as well as perfectly my eagle eye.

Nothing can break my laser-like focus, the direct trajectory that I calculate from the ground up to that tasty stick…

Heading directly for it, grasping it in my mighty jaws, nothing else exists…

Well, HELLO BEAUTIFUL

Love,

Bogart

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