Miscellaneous

 I had to go to the VET a week before last or thereabouts for some routine stuff.

Look at my pouty face

Even though I was allowed to roam free during our 114,000,000-mile ride to see the grands a few months ago, I was forced to ride in captivity for this short, stupid trip. I was a bit unsettled, but once dad opened the hatch on my porta prison, I was okay with it.

So dad took last week off from work, and he and mom did some exploring that they'd talked about since we moved up to not-like-the-NC mountains-sylvania. They hiked up in the Poconos one day, wore their feet out at Valley Forge another day, and wandered in awe at Gettysburg. Of course, they didn't take me along for any of these, and I was okay with that. Seeing historical sights is cool and all, but my idea of relaxing time off is more like-

Oh, and dad also got another year closer to 100 during the week, so I made him some special "sand🤣" art to commemorate the occasion.

Sunday Snoozefest

 Dad's got nothing, so I guess I'll just share some pix of what he says I do best- 

Dad's got some pretty weird feet, but anything's good for a pillow, right? 

Goofin'

 Just having a little fun-

Not sure what's going on here. Is she lying down? Is there an invisible starting block and she's getting ready to run a race?  Maybe her behind got tired from the effort of lying down and just stopped on the way there?

Paunches R Us 

Lastly, mom and dad always make fun of me for what they lovingly refer to as my cottontail, and I'm okay with that.

I'm quite proud of it, and besides, dad's muffin tops have clung to his middle since his baking days eons ago, and mom calls her midriff "Ester". Now, I know we're not the only family who names their body parts. Care to share any of yours? (please keep it PG-13 or thereabouts, though dad's the last one who can say anything about that)