
Shower time!

Help an ol' dog get outta the river, please.

Throw it again. I'm just about ready.

I see it. Thanks!

I love to make these big splashes!

Stick, you belong to me!

Son, you've got a lot learn and the energy to do it!
We miss all of our family and friends in Jackson, Miss., but Portland's home now.







A minute after the cleaner in yesterday's post cleared out of this sidewalk space, here came this woman and her big white dog. The restaurant whose kitchen is off the unmarked door and whose entrance sports its name, Bistro Petit Oiseau, is The Oregonian's 2012 restaurant of the year. One of these days I need to go there for dinner.









This dog's eyes mesmerized me, instantly.
As I took this photo, curiosity overcame my good sense, so I walked over to take a closer look. Lo and behold, I realized there were some sort of artificial lenses on the dog's eyes. I surely do wish I could have talked with the owner. No time, though, because I was headed to the Laurelhurst for a movie. Maybe I'll see them again sometime since that particular Whole Foods is within walking distance of my apartment.








































