Sunday, August 17, 2014
I call him the neighborhood vagabond because he tends to prowl around the neighborhood making himself at home wherever he goes. Every now and then I'll pull into my driveway to find him relaxing on my front porch. Sometimes I see him doing the same at my neighbor's house. When I go out for a walk, I might see him down the street lounging on someone else's walk. He does get around. He's never wanted to come inside. In fact if I open the door, he packs up and leaves. Aloof would be a good word to describe him.
I have a new post on Sharon's Sojourns today. I'm showing a small slice of my summer weekend in California.