Delicious

Dinner was so delicious. Thanks!

And thanks for my giant place mat.

Call Me Brad

What's in a name?
Memory and identity.
Bailey was a name that I outgrew.

So you can call me Brad. Or you can call me Bradley.
You can call me Bad Brad cause I know you'll always love me.
You can call me Barkley because we all know I do.
Just don't call me late for dinner.

Where I've Been

The first stop was Italy.
I thought I should really expand my culinary horizons.
There might be more to life than kibble at every meal.
But even if its kibble I eat with gusto.

You can't see the kibble (if you did you might want me to share)
but you can see from the blur of my fur my passionate appetite.
I thought - things would be even tastier in Italy.
Who cares if I had to buy bigger jeans. I don't even wear jeans.

Then off to India. Land of a million faces. 

A place with dedicated spaces where you are supposed to
be quiet and think your thoughts. Investigate the emptiness of your mind.
That is something I could do. I practice that practice at home.

Except when I have an itch I scratch it.
And if I see a fly I hunt it down and kill it.
I've got a ways to go with 'loving kindess' towards all beings.
So some time in India seemed like a good thing.

What does one want
in the after glow of meditation and enlightenment? 

A romping good time in Bali.

Why not indulge the lure of sand and surf? Money is no object.
Sand feels so good beneath my paws. 

A randy good time with new people is immensely appealing.
I won't have to sneak in a hump or two. I'll love with abandon when and where I feel like it
with people I may meet once or just a few times. 

All is good. Everything is transitory. I don't cling. I just enjoy.

My itinerary may sound vaguely familiar.

All I can tell you is that's how 2010 played itself out for me.