Strawberry Fields Forever

Easter Sunday dawned sunny and clear in my neck of the woods. Slightly cool by Los Angeles standards, which was perfect for what was planned. Adele, Ian, Eric, Gabby,Miles & I were going to visit
Underwood Family Farms in Moorpark for a day of picnicing, animals, rides, and strawberry picking.

Ready? Set? Definitely ready to go!

Are we here yet?

"Laura! We can't roll you. You weigh at least 300 pounds!" Not, kids. Not.

Tractor Pull

Soaking up the sun.

Strawberry Fields Forever.


Horsing around.

Gabby. A REAL Cabbage Patch Doll.

Free Strawberry Eating for everyone in the fields.

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On Being A Dog: A "Cosmos" Post

I love to Blog (I have a much wider audience than by e-mailing my immediate friends). There are times that I must Blog about my Mom, especially when she makes a fool (I almost typed food) out of herself.

I am a dog and being thus distinguished, there are some things that are simply apparent.

I will eat any food so long as it is not fruit or vegetable.
I like to sleep a lot.
I like to go for walks every day. They give me opportunity to pick up my pee-mail.
And I enjoy passing copious amounts of gas.

The thing about people is that they think they don't like my gas. Mom included. She complains of course, but underneath her negative commentary is a sense of relief. You see, she passes gas too and thank God for me. She can blame it on me when her friends are over.

Last night, she thought she really had me. She ate curry in her dinner and was thus affected. She tooted and tooted the whole night long. I overheard her laughing about it with her friends, and I even heard her say that she got "revenge' upon me.

She just never get's it. She doesn't understand. I am a dog. I love all things disgusting.

I live for curry farts.