Bedtime for Bonzo
Gee, you’re a sweetie as well as a cutie pie! And you’re right, too.
Bedtime for Bonzo
Posted in the wrong thread, but we have arrived at our motel in Tombstone. It is a musty, run down, old fifties style motel with a tiny bathroom almost big enough to turn around in. I love it, but Sheila is mad enough to ring my neck. The one good thing about it is the front step is very small. Does not require a makeshift ramp. We can just bump over it. They have already rolled up the sidewalks here, so we are going to have to drive over to Benson for a late dinner.
I know, right? He’s so adorable.