I hate to forget my glasses.
Joanne rescued me for lunch, and as it turned out, dinner too. We decided to walk from her place to downtown Capitola and take a chance on the new(ish) Britannia Arms because they have outside seating; the dogs can hang out with the humans. I'm glad we didn't make it all the way to the village after reading the Yelp reviews. Ugh. The weather was very hot and I was projecting all sorts of neuroses on Bella. Her limping, sweating, short-legged, panting and me with no
Bella and I got home just in time to catch the cat sidling up to her litter box, getting ready for the big job of the day. Bella, anxiously awaiting the outcome (as it were) as if the cat were serving THAT. DAY. ONLY. in a cone instead of the daily Swedish meatball-effect, cat turds bedecked throughout with scented gravel only because I haven't switched the cat litter over to white rice yet. Rice is probably less expensive than litter now. Watching Bella eyeball the cat reminded me of standing in line at a Foster's Freeze only I would have, in a previous life, taken my cone double-dipped.
Sunday, we went to Trader Joe's, then took a walk and met up with Bella's cousin, Cowgirl. Cowgirl may have finally earned that name with that belly of hers while Bella just looks puzzled though I think her puzzled look may be me projecting again.