100% full August Sturgeon moon this morning.
Moon in dog
Cottonwood cemetery at twilight under the full moon
Lost soles, and a little more bared than feet?
Spunk has become my personal trainer and taskmaster.
This is how it’s done, pathetic, weakling, weeny paparazzo
Come on, you wicked, weeny, whimpy weightlifter! Add more weight! Do more reps! Do more sets! Push through it until it burns and you feel like you’re going to puke!
I have my eye on you, you lazy lackey. Even though you are lying on the bench press, there is no rest for whimpy, wicked, weeny paparazzi!
I’m going to make you press until you puke! You pectorally challenged, pathetic, catatonic paparazzo Puke!
You can’t get up. Do more reps. Do more sets! I’m going to hold you down until you press and puke.
Loki doing his kitty Tai chi streches.
Bromeliad that Laurie got to bloom again. Quite an accomplishment in our dry climate.
Catatonic kitty! The poor, pesky, pathetic excuse of a puke paparazzo wore out the taskmaster.
Jake and I went out for a short walk between light rain showers tonight.
Off Center & Not Even 
That was fun, Tim, watching Spunkie-Poo š task master you.
He really looks adorable bossing you around.
Wow, that is one splendid moon! Thanks for the pics, Tim!
You’re welcome, Resa. Spunk shows no mercy when it comes to being a personal trainer/taskmaster. He wants to see results. Jake and I have been walking five miles every morning before sunrise. I walk much faster than poor Jake likes to walk, so Iām constantly dragging him along. He is worn out when we get back home. I’ve been thinking I need to do a parody of “Dragging The Line” called “Dragging The Dog.”