Hazy day. (at 1818 Market Street)
I’m at home, sick, fever’s up; went to grab my cozy robe for warmth only to discover it was already taken… (at Puppy paradise)
It’s the neighborhood cat coming in for the kill, by which I mean a vigorous head butt. I have never encountered a more meowly cat, and he can hold a note, all right. You better do some petting, or that plaintive bullhorn is gonna keep on blaring. (at Mount Airy, Philadelphia)
It is not every day I go into a ladies room at a public place and find a sharps disposal unit. (at SugarHouse Casino)
This cicada was dying when I saw it. When I went to flip it over with my shoe, it made an angry rattle. Sorry, guy.
Making it in just under the wire for #nationaldogday is Bertie the Three-Legged Wonder Chihuahua. Welcome her to the stage folks, for her plaintive rendition of “Siren, I Will Sing With You.”
First time off-leash, so I’m glad she waits. She looks so vulnerable to me, like the woods could swallow her up.
This is a selfie by @taravonlundy. She is the most fearless, blisteringly funny, disarmingly honest, brilliant woman I know. And look at that photo! Totally gorgeous. Thus: she is my first ever #wcw.
The tiniest PNB watcher.