I’m not trying to make you jealous or anything. But since this blog is all about my adventures, I am obliged to report that this month I am sitting in the Arizona sun, lounging and stalking anything that moves.
One day, I was walking around this thing called a flea market…can somepawdy please tell me how fleas get to have their own store?
He was a silent type. Didn’t say much, and didn’t even care when I came around to sniff him.
(Buffalo stink like Monkeybutts, by the way!).