Hmm, lazy morning, sleeping in, dreaming of tennis balls -- Hey wait a minute! It's Saturday!!! Time to go to Farmers' Market across the street and get some snacks for Petey.
Hi Robert, no time to chat and chew today, I just remembered the BONE MAN is saving me a bone today. Gotta dash!
I guess you could say this is our front yard. This is the park across the street from where I live and every Saturday, there's a Farmers' Market there with all sorts of delicious food.
Hey wait a minute...a daisy and a butterfly...does Daisy know about this?
The food tents are set up all around the outside of the park. Lots of times, we'll run into Asta's Daddi here after we've all been to the run.
Hmm, the turkey man and the cheese man are here. Two of my regular stops. But first, I've got to go visit...
The BONE MAN! Here I am, waiting patiently in line...
YIPPEE!!! The BONE MAN is here! And guess what? Since I've been waiting for weeks (months in dog time!) for the dog bones to arrive, he gave me a big juicy one for FREE! Can you see why I love to see the BONE MAN?
He brought along his cute new puppy. Wow - I can't even begin to imagine what it would be like to be the BONE MAN'S dog. The only thing better would be if he played tennis, too....
Sorry Mommy, I didn't mean to imply that I'd want to live anywhere else but with you.
Could you marry the BONE MAN perhaps???
Here's the Turkey Man. He's also very nice and always gives me a sample of what he's cooking on a toothpick. He even cools it off for me in the ice.
Hmmm. You don't think this sign means ME do you?
More flowers, yeah, yeah - Mommy, you can't EAT flowers. On to the produce stands!
Okay, even I think these look pretty.
Do my eyes deceive me? Is that a mountain of orange tennis balls? Round, fuzzy...juicy?
Waiting in line once more, this time to get my Snausage from the Produce Lady.
Okay, we're almost done. One more stop at the bakery table. Wonder if any kids have dropped some cookie crumbs under the table? A nice dessert treat!
Ahhh, a great morning at the Market, now on to the dog run for a refreshing dip in the pool and a visit with my pals...
Well, you all know how that Saturday ended! Mommy thanks you all for your kind words about her ankle. She had an MRI today and won't get the results back until Monday at the earliest, Thursday at the latest. But the doctor is ordering a walking cast - when he asked Mommy her shoe size she told him "7 or 7 1/2, though I can go up or down a size in Prada." (She's hoping for a Gucci cast.)
Betty's Mom left a comment in the previous post. She's been comforted by your outpouring of kindness towards her, though she is "still reeling" and won't get over this for a long time.
Thank you all for being such wonderful, kind-hearted pups (and 2-leggeds). As Mommy's minister once said "May I be the person that my dog thinks I am."