In which Kodak goes to play with Tucker

Kodak and I went over to Bryan's house for lunch (and playtime). This involved taking a ride in the car.

A ride in the car is a fundamentally different experience for a dog than for a person.

Here we are, ready to head out.

Next stop, the end of our driveway.

Kodak can tell we're getting close to Bryan and Tucker's house.

Surly Youth

When I stopped by the post office today, we had a LARGE package waiting for us. Not heavy, just bulky and requiring two hands. So I piled our mail on top, picked up the package, and headed out.

As I approached the door, two kids zoomed up on their bikes. One of them spotted me (and my package predicament) through the door. She let her bike fall over, and raced to the door to pull it open for me. After I carefully squeezed through the door, I thanked her.

She muttered "It wasn't much" in that surly tone which kids use to indicate "I've just done something polite and helpful and I don't want any flack just because my parents are raising me right."

Maybe the world is not going to hell in a handbasket after all.

Parking lot

Judging from the behavior of everyone around me, I'm the only one who liked the clouds.

You know you're old fashioned when

The license plate frame reads "I'd rather be shoplifting at Nordstrom."

You know you're old fashioned when you see something like this and think "What sort of moral cretin would make a public statement like that?"

I guess it's supposed to be funny. Somehow, bumper stickers (and license plate frames) which are supposed to be funny rarely seem funny to me.