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
