I've been motoring about with my mail cart / walker lately. Up and down the living room. Funny thing, though, the dogs never get any mail...
Come visit my island.

We drove all the way out to Top Foods in Crossroads so Mama could see the Oscar Meyer Weenie Wagon. Papa forgot the camera, so things were looking grim. Fortunately, they were taking Polaroids for free, so it was all good. They even gave me a Weenie Whistle. Now if only it wasn't a choking hazard and I was allowed to eat Weenies, then I'd be a true fan. Now Mama says she needs to go to the Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade and drive a Zamboni all all her dreams will come true.
Here I am enjoying some osechi ryori. Can you tell I like the kuromame? Mama clearly doesn't know how to feed me fast enough. Faster, faster!