Last night I totally planned on working on a few bloggy things for this afternoon.
But you know what?
The world is just BE-u-ti-ful outside. (as Bert from Mary Poppins would say)
And for the life of me, I cannot think of a better time to go ride my bike a few times around the block.
Just like I did when I was a little kid.
Coming back home brings that out in me I guess.
To sum up, I'm going to go ride my bike, bloggy things will happen later, & it's gorgeous outside.
My neighbor's dog got out of the backyard and he's been meandering around his front yard for the past hour. He's just so precious.
He will cross the street, smell a few bits of grass, and then skip back home to his yard.
At first I was concerned about him getting out, but he keeps skipping back home like a good little doggy so I think he'll be fine.
I tried calling him to my yard, because I just had to pet him. His name is Charlie and he's a precious little tan and white dog. He is currently keeping a very.stern.watch. on his front yard.
How can I not pet him? A dog named Charlie? How much cuter can you get? :)