…or north on I-99.
Lomax and I are headed to Fresno for Christmas, to visit my parents for a few days, so I don’t know how much blogging we’ll do while we’re there. I’m sure we’ll come back with lots of stories, though. Mom and Dad’s dog — a handsome, black standard Poodle named Shadow, who loves to run — is hopefully going to enjoy the company of another canine in the house. If I ever catch the two of them sitting still, I’ll be sure to post a photo…but like the Loch Ness Monster and Sasquatch and the like, I’m betting any photographic attempts at capturing the boys will be blurry and indistinct.
Meanwhile, Lomax continues to bring moments of hilarity. He is fascinated with polar bears, to the point where he will get up from his comfy place on the living room floor and walk to the TV, sniffing the screen whenever he sees the Coca-Cola or car insurance commercials that feature the fluffy white beasts. What gives? When the penguins come on, he turns around and walks away, but the polar bears keep his attention.
My theory is that they remind him of his friend Trooper. At any rate, the roomie and I are considering renting him some kind of polar bear movie or National Geographic special. I suggested we just show him the first season of Lost, but Amy objected, on the grounds that that particular polar bear is “too mean and scary.”
Anyone have any suggestions?