BUTT WEATHER

what? it's not food!

I know I just talked about the weather like last week. But it's being so weird I have to talk about it again. Besides, if you live somewhere that's not as tropical as San Francisco, seeing some butts might warm you up. 

My human is a little freaked out about taking pictures of naked dudes, so it's not the greatest butt picture ever. But hopefully it makes you feel warm inside:

I know from experience that butt weather = picnics. If you don't know, picnic is just a fancy human word for eating food on the ground. Usually at the park or beach. Sometimes on a blanket. Obviously, picnics are awesome. 

In theory, anyway.

Because yesterday on the way to the park my human reminded me how much trouble I'd be in if I tried to eat anyone's ground food. When I pretended not to hear her the first three times, she told me four more times and threatened to take away all future bacon.

HUMAN: if you eat anyone's food, bacon will never pass your lips again.
ME: so... if I don't eat any food, I'll get bacon?
HUMAN: nice try.
ME: is that a yes?

Sometimes it's hard to tell if a human is telling you the truth or just saying stuff to get you to do what they want. I wasn't 100% sure if the bacon threat was serious, so I decided not to risk it with the ground food. Luckily I found a pile of stray ice cubes to munch on. I mean, ice isn't technically food. But it's still eatable.

ice cubes = brain freeze

So I ate the ice. And then my brain froze. Uhm, yeah. FACT: just because something's eatable, doesn't mean it won't make your head implode. 

Dutch thought this was kinda funny. My human knows what it's like to have a hurt brain and felt a little bad for me. But not enough to bend the rules about eating other people's ground food. Or give me sympathy bacon.