Good morning, Salt Lake City! |
2. Shawna met me out in front of her house and I took her for a delicious birthday-breakfast at a restaurant called Waffle Love. |
Good afternoon, SLC! |
When: 2:30 a.m. Who: An otherwise nice dog. Where: On my stomach. What: Pouncing. This was a first. Funny and flabbergasting. Oddly charming that he would wake me up to tell me that Max had come home. I still chuckle at the memory. It was nothing compared to that nice but energetic dogs snoring.