Beach stroll

On the way home to Oakland, we stopped at Black Point Beach for a quick bluff walk. Thank god they let me out of that jail cell in the backseat. Ug. I hate being in back.



I think I'd follow Cowboy anywhere, especially when he's dressed like a poo in his brown hoody.. which is most of the time.



As all you loyal readers know, I don't do the posing-for-pictures thing.



Cowboy's fallen head over heels in love with me too, as evidenced by random bursts of affection.



What can I say? I'm totally irresistable.