I brought the dog to Sunday bocce at Randall's and she got to be a 'real' dog for the day - running around, getting belly rubs, eating pretzels, laying outside.

"That's a cute Jack Russell. I've seen a really ugly one."
"Which one?"
"Kayla's dog."
"IT'S THE SAME DOG."




And I swam in a POOL. So fun.

The neighbor Ray brought out Crown Royale and tiny cups and gave us all shots over the fence. As soon as he held up the bottle, Lisa and I watched everyone in the yard crowd him. It was exactly like when you are the only one with a cup of food at a petting zoo.



Bocce days always end early, but this time I made it to 10:30 pm, instead of 8:30 like last time.