Stroling Stuff

Now that stroling seezin is open, I've bin doing a lot more stroling, and it's bin grate! Heer are sum fotos frum sum of my stroles of the last week or two.

We almost always start owr strole by going by Mr Tinydik's howse. Heer it is. Yoo can just barely see one of his Hummers beehind the wite gate.


Heer's Tripper following us. We had to go bak and put him in the howse becuz he's too much of a porker to follow us all the way anymore and we don't wunt him to freek and git rund over by a big masheen.

And heer's my nice kyoot stroling vest -- most of yoo have seen it beefore. It's made of microfiber wich is vary soft, and it's qwilted so it's warm. This pikcher is taken in the garaje, ware my stroler lives win I'm not strolin:The garaje duz this thing ware a big noise happens, and one of the walls comes up! And I go owt in my stroler thru ware the wall used to be. It's a littul bit terryfying, but I'm brave.

Now, the amazing thing was that, on this strole, I notist a kyoot pink masheen wich was IXZAKTLY the same color as my jakkit! How cool is that? This masheen lives at the junkyard howse. The junkyard howse has like, ten or thirteen speshul masheens called junkers in the driveway all the time. The Food Lady is happy they don't live rite next door ware they wood make sumthing called property valyooze go down. But I wood love to have the pink masheen next door ware I cood look at it all the time. As yoo can see, it's vary stylish and byootiful:

We wint by a place ware they cut down a bunch of trees. This makes the Food Lady do sumthing called "rant and rave." She duzn't like trees being cut down becuz berdies and sqwerls live in them, and they are the lungs of owr planit. So I hafta kinda close my ears win the "rant and rave" starts becuz it gits kinda lowd. I prefer a qwieter strole than that.

Heer is the howse of many palm trees. I think this is close to my speshul frend Daisy's howse becuz she livs ware thare are lots of palm trees. I never see Daisy win we go stroling, but I always look.

Sumtimes we go to the park. It is ware all the green grass is. I saw sumthing I'd never seen beefore at the park: the vary vary smallest persun I had ever seen! Have any of yoo ever seen a persun this small? My TF told me this tiny persun was on a swing, wich is a fun thing ware yoo sit on a thing that goze bak and forth. I wunted to ride on it, but we fergot my leesh. So maybe next time I'll swing.

I think the reel reezin I didn't git to swing was that Mr TF wunted to frolik. Win he froliks, he pushes the stroler reely fast and zoomy and he kiks he feet way up in the air frum side to side. Win he duz that, yoo can see the big mussells in his legs. I reely like going fast and zoomy. It is thrilling.

This is a cat we saw on a strole. He looks vary much like Tripper. In fakt, maybe he's Tripper's bruther. We coodn't tell if he was psyko like Trip or not. But yoo can see the wildniss in his eyes, so I bet he is psyko:


Heer are sum berdies we saw on the walk. They were vary vary qwiet and they holded vary vary still becuz they cood sense that I am a mitey hunter with big mussells. I wooda chaste after them and put the bitey on them if I hadn't bin lokt in the stroler. The Food Lady sed that theeze berdies are called swons:

We saw sumthing called a Male Box that had a horsie's shoo on it. This made no sense to me. And I didn't even know horsies wore shoos. Maybe the horsie kikt the Male Box and his shoo got stuk. I'll have to ask my frend Kaze if she understands why the horsie's shoo is on the Male Box.


This howse is being kinda torn down. Theeze peeple keep thare inside wite furnicher stuff owt in thare yard. Isn't that weerd? And the peepul litterboxes are ON THE FRUNT PORCH! I wunted to stop and wate to see the peepul use the litterboxes on the frunt porch, but Mr TF keeps up a brisk pace and duzn't let us stop vary much. So I don't have a pikcher of the peepul using the frunt porch litterboxes.


We saw a sine that the Food Lady reely liked and wunted to git one just like it for owr yard. She duzn't mind Rocky krapping in the mulch, but we have noo naybers hoo let thare dawg owt off-leesh and the dawg comes over to owr lawn and leeves grate big steeming piles of dawg krap on owr lawn, and then Mr TF has to kleen it all up and it leeves yellow stanes on the lawn. The Food Ladey is plotting reevenje.

Heer's sumthing I saw on a strole. This is called a honeycomb. It's ware BEEZ live! Win I herd that, I wunted to git away fast becuz a bee bited me on the noze once and I had to go to Bulevard Pet Hospitul.

I hope yoo enjoyed all of the pikchers frum my reesint stroling advenchers!

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