The Day the Dog Ate His Leash

If I wrote kid books, I could probably make a cool story out of this. But I don't. So I won't.

But, yes, sweet little Arf downed that sucker as if it were a burger and he was coming off a two-day drunk. All six feet of it.

He's fine, none the worse for wear. And doggie training goes on. But now he's wearing an old, beat to hell PINK nylon leash instead of his nice slim leather one that matched Woof's.

So speaking of wildlife, Sunday we went here:

And saw this:

And this:

And this:

And more.

My life is a zoo.

Photos courtesy of my live-in handyman.