Dog Beaches!
Eat. My. Sand.
Roo's the lunchmeat in a nipping-sandwich.
Whatdoyaknow? Roobabe can swim. As with all things, she did it with gusto and without fear!
Too bad she gets car-sick on rides over 20 minutes long (she puked on the way home from this excursion), but we're hoping she gets over that soon.
Lots of fishermen this Sunday. This guy got a big fish. Not so sure I'd want to eat Lake Michigan fish, though.
"Is it ok if I just pull really hard on the leash the whole time? Ok, thanks." - Roobabe
Diversey Harbor
"Roobabe, let's pose for a picture."
"Oh, ok, here's my butt."
"Let's go!", says Roobabe.
The human folk enjoyed a nice sunny walk with Roobabe and some Chicago style hot dogs from a friendly, underground locale called "Flub a Dub Chub" hot dogs. Then we all had a nap. It was such a good Sunday.
Album cover art!
So dirty!
As for my birthday, we went to see this hilarious show on Friday. It was a surprise and we got orchestra seats in row M... which is near the stage! Good job, Mr.!
We ate dinner here on Saturday. We had and recommend the pickle-tots and the coffee cake dessert. I had an orange-y cocktail. It was pretty good but the Mr. wasn't feeling well so we didn't linger. We picked up our Roo at doggy daycare and surprised her with two new toys for her birthday. She had one chewed up in minutes. The other is a nylon bone hybrid and more sustainable.
