Phoebe has phucked off

Followed me out the front door this morning as I was taking the trash out and powered up and over the hill and, apparently, far away. Stupid bird.

After-bath

I make "drowned rat" look good. Seriously, I own it.

Hanging with Doh-doh

Tearing some shit up!

Rainy Morning

A cool wet Saturday in September

Jos & Feebs

Baked Good De-integration Completed!

At oh-eight-hundred.

Somebody's Molting

Probably not me, though.

She did it her way

My that's a big apple.

Clarification

I should probably make it clear that in the previous photo caption I was talking about Phoebe, not John. Mostly.

Dinner with John and the Feebster

Not much of a conversationalist, and has seriously bad table manners.

Bathtime!

Phoebe!

Morning Bread Disassembly Exercises