When I did go looking, I almost didn't see him.
I put the baby gate in front of the screen door so that I can cover it up and block the view of a certain yappy little dog. Winter must have figured he'd found an excellent little spot - hot from the sun on the dark towel, but in the direct path of the cool summer breeze.
As an aside, and a continuation from my last post, I thought I better reassure anybody who knows about him that the Blue Footed Booby is safe. He's too important to be housed in garbage bags in the basement.
For those who don't know, this guy's extra special because my dad gave him to me when I got out of the ICU after my car accident (when being a pilot was all that I cared about).
Apparently, we both crash spectacularly.
Well..I'm glad you're BOTH ok!
ReplyDeleteI love that stuffie.
I'm sure this was a wonderful post, but I cannot get past "cool summer breeze". COOL SUMMER BREEZE. Where do you live? The North Pole?
ReplyDeleteI can't even get a cool breeze from my air conditioner these days.
LOL, Dawn. Being Canadian has its benefits.
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