It's hard to believe, but Tomokee's eighth adoptiversary flew by recently.
He's buff, he's handsome, and he's LOUD.
In San Francisco, one of the backyard neighbors dog sits for three dogs that belong to his son and his son's girlfriend. I don't know the spelling of their names, but from left to right, they are Molly, Micah, and Rajah. These are the events that happen throughout a day:
For the record, the neighbor is a very nice man and finds this all very amusing.
In Carmel itself, we always make a trip to Diggity Dog to pick up some of Tomokee's favorite biscuits. This time around, I loved their window display.
In San Francisco, there's this shop that has a cat that hangs out by the front door every evening. Tomokee loves to stare at cats, so when we can, we walk him past the shop. He will pull and pull towards the window, and then he will be in a trance staring at the kitteh. There's generally two phases. They stare at each other in phase one. We then pull Tomokee along for a couple of feet and the cat will make a move closer to the window and they stare again for phase two.
Tomokee divides his time between Los Altos and San Francisco, California.