Bailey

It has been another hot, hot day in the PNW (95F, 35C) and the heat felt even more intense in the city. So when I walked along Alberta Street this evening and spotted Bailey I felt like flopping down right next to him. Two reasons held me back - the dirty tiles and the fact that his human and company would have called the ambulance immediatly considering my age and my pitiful appearance. So I just patted the sweet guy and told him that there was a Bailey waiting for me at home. But that mine lived in a bottle and tasted delicious when poured over ice. Cheers -