Alice Goes Away

Alice leaves sometimes. Last week, she said she went to a place called "Pebble Beach." Sounds not like a nice place to walk on tender paws. I've never really liked walking on rough or loose stones. She said it had a lot of pine trees. Do *not* like walking on pine or redwood tree duff at all.

So, she thought I'd be happier staying with a young neighbor who would give me regular walks on my favorite streets. Have a story-time with him at a nice early bedtime hour. And, then some time with relatives who often make roast meats.

Here is a picture she took of the headquarters of the "Pebble Beach" place. I don't see many pebbles. I wonder where she really went.