Feb 16, 2025
Bogart, my bully baby. In winter, when I lived in Lincoln Park Chicago, there was a little playground down the block from our apartment with a fence and gate. In the afternoons when kids were in school, I would close the gate and we would run circles around the equipment in the snow trying to get some energy out. He adored snow and thought it was great fun to "catch" snowballs in his mouth. He was making his impatient face at me here and was about to Whoooo! at me to get back to our game.
