This is Professor Joba waiting for me to get to his house for my vacation.
He pretty much always looks like himself.
Here he is on the back stoop.
This is me in the yard with the flowers Henry planted.
This is me pretending not to be greedy.
But it is hard when Joba is sharing my breakfast.
When we go for a walk, this is what the houses look like round here.
This is us on our walk, but it is a bad photo because it is impossible to take a picture and hold leashes and poop bags all at one. That is what Mum says.
I am looking happy to be lying on grass.
I hope you aren't too hot.
Love from
Buster