Our French Dog.

Our dear dog Yoda went through the trash and found himself a stale baguette. He was stoked, and went to the door, asking to kindly go out. 

Yoda, you crack me up. 

I then scolded him, he ran away to Tash's bed to hide it, 

We found it later that night when snuggling. 

Yoda came to Marin!

I have on-loan the cutest dog ever, Yoda! The only issue is that he also yaps. I try to pretend that his loving nature makes up for his nasty yap. When my dad saw him, Yoda went up and nestled against his leg, and I make a rather audible note about how loving he is:

"See (Dad), isn't he a lovebug?!" 

"Savo, most dogs are..."

Gashes

A day full of organizing and de-cluttering = enough success for today.
Tomorrow, if my feet are healed from the gashes (from river crossing), one on each foot...but of course
= running in the rain with the bestest dog, Yoda along West Cliff.

I think he has fleas. 

meet Puck.

I think you could keep me entertained for at least a week.

Yoda took a little tinkle on my left foot today.
Gotta mark that territory, right?

Recent Realizations

Food is amazing, and so is Yoda.
I love my new book, but I like cuddling more.
Baths are lovely, and boy do they get steamy.
My landlord is really cool, but my housemates are cooler.
Juliana may be gone, but Noah is claiming to be the Kitchen Fairy.
Wrestling is awfully fun, but please don't get a(head) of yrself.

Watch Out Yoda.

This could too be your future soon enough..just sayin.