Buff and Stuff

A man commented when we were on our way back from the bank today, "he looks buff and muscular, I wish I looked that good." She told him, walk a lot, that's it.

Thank you for the compliment. I don't look like Peyton Hillis yet, but I'm working on it. I've got muscles. I've got some flex too. I haven't jumped over any players like he did, but I have jumped on a bird. I haven't pushed any defensive players out of my way like he did, but I have slapped a squirrel out of a tree. I'm not exactly avoiding tacklers Hillis-style, but don't mess with me, 'cause I'm just as tough. Check out the underbite. I may not be the convoy from Conroy, but I am the Mayor of Santa Monica. Everyone knows me here. How can you forget a face and a personality like this? Unforgetable that's what I am. Snort.

Party Store

On our way to and from the Feed today, we stopped into the party store. We usually stop in here after the Feed. There's a nice couple who run the store and their cute, but not so friendly Cocker Spaniel, Buddy. I've tried to get him to like me, but so far all he does is growl at me. His name may be Buddy, but we're not buds yet.
Today, however, he wasn't there. Too bad, because while she was busy looking at and trying on Halloween costumes, I got to play with Buddy's toys. Yes, he has a hedgie like I have, but he also has pig's ear, which I don't have. She could have tried on every costume in the store, I didn't care, I had the ear, and that's all I needed.
Try on and chew on.