Sunglasses

Yes, it's bright outside.  Makes me squint, hope I don't get crows feet, whatever that is on my face.  She's got sunglasses for the bright light, but I don't.   They would be good to wear I suppose, but I don't like anything on my face or head.  Too restricting.  Sometimes we stop into a place that sells sunglasses.   She tries a pair on, looks at herself in the mirror, then wants to see how they look on me.  Naturally I back away.  No thanks.  I'll deal with the brightness my own way.

On The Hunt

I think in my other life, I must have been a cat, because I don't like car rides, getting wet, or being picked up.  I do love chasing after a mouse or jumping on a bird on the sidewalk.  Dogs are predators, but I seem to look to go after anything that moves.  The expression, "catting around" may be about a cat, but it relates to me even though I am a French Bulldog and proud of it. Snort.