I don’t do enough self ports… Here’s one… Windows down!!
Molly’s in for the RT too. Love this pup!!
Road trip!! Got necessities: coffee, Mumford, and an 80’s hit list! Yay Saturday
Veggie OCD… It’s possible. (Taken with Instagram)
My mugs been mysteriously reincarnated!! It’s like yesterday’s catastrophe never occurred… Shhh… It never did… (Taken with Instagram)
The Venti cup has met with catastrophe. 💔 (Taken with Instagram)
And up three flights of stairs… Molly’s ready to be a paddle pup!! :-) (Taken with Instagram)
Finally got my very own board!! My Berta Bote! (Taken with Instagram)
I was walking my two dogs along the Charles River in Cambridge a couple of months ago and came across a homeless man fast asleep with his dog curled up beside him. The dog lay there, tucked into his master’s hip, watchful, loyal and quiet.
Also beside the man was a bottle of water in a bucket, presumably to keep it cool during the night and his shopping cart of possessions. Something struck me about the scene. Here was a chap trying to do what he could to keep his friend with him and not abandon him to a shelter, both loyal to each other. As I walked my two spoiled dogs home I decided I couldn’t bare that homeless man’s dog going hungry. After dropping off my dogs at the house I walked to my local Whole Foods, picked up a loaf of bread, some peanut butter, a bag of apples and a bag of dog food. I walked back to where they were, the man was still asleep, the dog still beside him. I placed the bag of groceries beside his shopping cart, his dog lay quiet, still watching and sniffed the air.
I like to think that the man woke up hungry, wondering how he and his dog were going to eat that day. I hope he didn’t have a nut allergy.