Oh, so long ago . . .

In May, I picked the Salad up from school on a particularly beautiful day.  I decided to drive home a different way, and passed a cute coffee shop.  I happened to have a coupon for a free smoothie, so we stopped in Burlap and Bean.  It was quaint and quiet, with folk music playing softly in the background.  There were dark leather couches next to tables filled with coffee beans.  There was a mom and daughter sitting outside sipping iced coffees, while their golden retriever lay at their feet.  There was a group of older women, playing bridge inside.

I ordered a chocolate banana smoothie for the Salad and an iced mocha for myself and we found a seat.   We sat drinking and chatting about the paintings on the wall by local artists and their school day for 30 minutes.  30 minutes!  

I like my 5 year old Salad.  They are so . . . human.

Saying Goodbye

Rest in Peace, Shadow Gal.  The Salad wishes you many dog treats, lots of delicious bones and a big field to run in and poop on.  What?  They're only 5.  Poop talk is the stuff heaven is made of.