Layla

So, I'm driving down the street, and I turn around to see...

A First Sunrise

So, I bring the puppy to the beach for his first sunrise.  A true romantic, he immediately turns away from the rising sun, choosing instead to spend his time repeatedly drinking salt water, throwing it up, drinking more salt water, and throwing it up again, until the moment the sun is just about to break the horizon--at which time he decides he's had enough, picking up the nearest seashell and then prancing proudly towards the car.

A car which most certainly was not mine. 

Fortunately, we got to enjoy the sunrise alone, as his antics scared away all who approached; I guess an idyllic sunrise for most does not include the constant resonance of regurgitation and dry heaving.

 This was the closest he got to acknowledging the sunrise

"Will Work For Food"

He's becoming all kinds of desperate.