Let the wind blow through your hair

I don't know where we were going here, but it doesn't matter. I like to go places!

My nemesis

Punch it. I think 2020 needs to be punched in the gut.

Dance Dance

Waggin' butts and sketching

Social distancing

My mom says we are well into the social quarantining period of COVID-19, but I don't get it. We've been on more walks than usual and yesterday we sat and stared at the old sycamore on the hill on campus. I sniffed for a long time and then sat with mom while she sketched. It was lovely outside. No one else was nearby. I'm suffering from lack of naps. That's all I know. My humans never leave me home alone anymore. Why are they always here? —Love, Zig