Moby can be such a silly dog. We were walking at the regional park, checking out the children’s playground area when all of a sudden I lost sight of him. I turned around and saw that he’d hopped on top of a picnic table, gallantly posing. “Moby!” I called out loud. “C’mon, we gotta go!” Continue reading What? Why Are You on the Picnic Table, Moby?!
Moby resting after a walk up the hills of Sycamore Canyon Park in Southern California. Moby is on top of a stone picnic table where he is catching his breath. “Where to next?” asks Moby with a curious tilt of his eyebrows. Continue reading Moby’s Enjoying the Nice Weather