Journal



#1,297 Pie Shoot.

Today I photographed The Bake Shop’s miniature pies. Then I got to eat whatever I wanted from it. I went with apple. Y’ALL.

Also, Baker’s been on edge with the premature firework popping that’s been happening around the neighborhood. He reacts like it’s gunshots he hears, and if we’re on a walk away from home when he hears the sound, it’s like he has internal GPS that can get him back home and behind the deep freeze in the workshop from anywhere on earth. He gallops and drags me with all his might. Which is quite mighty. Then he plays dead. This morning he was laying the pitiful on me with puppy eyes and lots of petting my leg so I would hold his paw. He’s a major hand holder.