Tuesday, August 9, 2011


Momma B, why do you always laugh at me when I'm rolling?

Rolling on green grass feels very satisfying. You should try it!

Speaking of green, last time when we were here when Nature was making summer, everything was dry-brown-scratchy. There were many fires nearby and much smoke in the air.

This time there is still some green on the hills, and there are no fires. This is good.

My ball. Not for fetching, just for chasing.

This is the man-person who belongs to the house we are visiting. He does the thing called BBQ, so he's very important.

Sometimes he shares meat and fish. Sometimes he also likes to play. I thank him for sharing this fun and tasty place with me.

No comments: