The house is ready and waiting.
It is getting chilly outside!
Is it plate licking time yet, two leg!
why you take so long to give me a plate…
and it feels so good!
Excuse me, ma’am, will you be eating that steak?
I am so confused. But that didn’t stop me from eating my breakfast.
Did you feel that?
I sense a disturbance in the Force….
Today I awoke wanting to tussle. The other mother obliged me, even though it was 6:45 am on a Saturday.
We had a mellow morning, then walked down to my house to prepare for the Dyke March. The other mother got a coffee at Faye’s, and I was given a dog treat that I declined to eat. I have refined tastes, and milk bone treats will not do. The other father swept the steps and opened up the stoop.
The crowds steadily grew as the day went on. I kept watch from the window.
I laid in the sun in front of my stoop to bask in the warmth. Many people complimented my cuteness.
I was happy to be in my house with a bunch of people. I miss my family! The Dyke March branched out in front of our house. Most people walked down Dolores, but here are the rebels who insisted on the traditional route down 18th St.
I avoided the madness of Dolores Park, but here are a few pictures of the scene around 5:30 pm. Apparently there was oiled lesbian wrestling at some point.