Fake Time

Morgan and I were talking the other night about Daylight Savings Time, and Arizona's lack thereof (which I think is fantastic). She called DST "Fake Time." I think it's so true. So I dig the END of DST, you know, when we gain the hour. And luckily, most clocks change themselves these days. Unfortunately, no one told Kobe. It's 3pm and he's been bugging me for about 30 minutes now for his walk; 4pm-ish is his usual park time. He also woke me up this morning; how he got into the house is beyond me, but I can't imagine a better wakeup than an adorable (and CLEAN!) black Lab putting his chin on my bed and wagging his tail, saying, "FEED ME!"

A Letter to My Dog

Dear Kobe,

Your presence is requested at Jack's one-year birthday party by Aunt Nicole. She also requested you be bathed, but since we weren't given 24 hours notice, some bodysurfing in the Pacific and a rinse-off will have to do. There will be lots of people and several kids. Please don't steal everyone's food. Even though, in a really roundabout way, you were named after food.

Thanks,
Mom

Kobe + Beach = Fun!