Why just sit around the house when you can sit around outside under a parasol?
Trudith isn’t just an old fuddy duddy who sits around her house in the sitting room all day long. She and her cat enjoy a good outing at the park.
P.S. I totally had one of those umbrella hats that I recall buying on vacation in Florida….and it was awesome. Well, awesome when I wore it outside for 3 hours straight when I first bought it in Florida and the few minutes I wore it in the house later when I found it while cleaning my room.
This is seriously one scrappy dog.
My one best friend Emily (you may remember her baby almost eaten by a chihuahua) has a brother who has a dog. When I went over to say hi to her parents, John and his dog Teagan were there. Now I’m obviously not a dog person but they can be ok sometimes. However, I don’t really like when they’re up in my business.
When Teagan came to say hi I’ll admit I had an eh-get-away-from-me-moment because she was all up in my business and looked so scruffy. When I declared this, John shared that he got her because he wanted a scrappy looking dog. I think he won.
Anyway, this is the true story of a guy coming up to John asking him about the scrappiest dog he’d ever seen. I don’t know if the other guy had a mustache or not but I like to imagine him like that.
It was just us, a bee, and a lady sunbathing below us.
This was on all the newstands...and yes, I realize this really does make me look like a crazy cat lady, regardless of anything else on this website.
This weekend 2 years ago, Adam and I got engaged. He surprised me with a visit to Cleveland when I was in town and we walked to my favorite park, which, if you recall is the same one I loved to bury fish in. It was all sweet and lovely and everything, but it was nearly spoiled when a certain someone, and I’m not gonna name names here, freaked out upon encountering a bee. And it wasn’t me.
But anyway, we got married and junk and so I did say yes when he asked me, if you were wondering.
Yes, this really happened...
When I was in middle school, I had a friend who was pretty awesome. She was smart, had a hamster, was creative, liked fairies like I did, and was strange enough to be my friend. We were like two peas in a pod during that short time when we were friends.
Once we even set up a hamster play date at the park by her house. I got my little hammy Daisy all ready to go in his/her (read the previous link and you’ll understand…) carrying case, hooked that over my handle bars, and off I went the mile or so to my friend’s house.
I feel it pretty unnecessary to mention, yet I will, that my bike was lacking in the shock absorbing department so as I carefully navigated over bumps and cracks, my poor hamster may have suffered a concussion.
Regardless, the playdate was a smashing success and I think our hamsters had a great time.
I also feel it pretty unnecessary to mention, yet I will, that this was not the only time I took Daisy for a trip anywhere and I can recall at least 1 or 2 more times where we went to my favorite park. Daisy was not made to bury any fish when we were there, though.