Florence Welch and that machine she has might say the dog days are over, but I hope they never are! I love having sweet little puppy faces all up in my grill.
All I know is that when I die I want to be reincarnated as a lucky dog. I'd want St. Peter or whoever gives out the reincarnation assignments to make sure to hook me up with a good family, because I don't want to be stuck in Paris Hilton's granddaughters purse. (though I imagine I would be well cared for, but I think I would probably be a more outdoorsy kind of dog, at least I hope I would.)
We took Chase P. and Bandy-Lu to Austin a couple of weekends ago and Sergio and I laughed because we realize they are very spoiled pups. They relaxed at Barton Springs, shopped on South Congress, chilled in Anthropologie, and ate at Torchy's Tacos. As we drove back to San Antonio, they were both passed out in the back of the Juke. Exhausted. Perfect puppy play time led to sheer sleepy time tea status.
Without further adieu, here are Bandit McGee and Chase Prancer, before they become drunk on the sun and passed out in the sunlight:
|Water break on South Congress.|
|Chase staring off wistfully into the distance. I think he heard us talking about going to Barton Springs.|
|Bandit does not appreciate those two people laughing at him. One pissed puppy.|
|Waiting for mama outside Uncommon Objects.|
All those photos are outside Uncommon Objects, one of my favorite stores in Austin, because that's the only time we took photos! I don't know what I was thinking! (We are going to start taking our actual camera that has lenses and stuff and start getting a little more serious about our photo game. I love having a cornucopia of photos to time travel with.)
Have a great week, ya'll! Can't wait for the weekend.