The Bumble. Doing the city coffee pose. Ever so dashing.

Bumble in the Big Easy

Here is some of my boy Bumble in New Orleans. All stealth-like.






Here he is being ever so dapper.




The toothpick adds that "I'm cool" factor that you just can't duplicate.








As always, making friends where ever he goes. My little social butterfly.

Bobert & Josie

At House of Blues in New Orleans...

At the French Market

The Trip to New Orleans...

Oh my family. Oh. My. Family.

Just as I was standing outside of the voodoo shop, getting ready to take a picture of the door, look who rubbernecked on out.



This next one has a bit of a story. I took a picture of Bobert and Nikki, but had the background focused...not them. So I asked them to wait and let me take their picture here...after all, it was so pretty there.



Just as I get ready to snap the picture, Nikki spotted a rat the size of a hound dog, screamed and pointed, and Bobert apparently was taking the old saying 'Every man for himself' seriously.





We decided that Bobert is defiinitely a hat man...

New Orleans...

...short. rainy. romantical.

Bumble and I at the Café du Monde. A waiter used my Nikon to take this. It was a rainy night and we went here after dinner at Coop's Place. Drank some of the best coffee in the world and ate some of the worse beignets in the world.

You might wonder why I'm looking so Hollywood. I'm not trying to be. My glasses broke, and my sunglasses are easier to wear, even at night, than trying to wear my one-armed broken ones.

Then we discovered...cash only. So Bumble went across the street to an ATM.

That's when I saw this handsome man across the street making eyes at me...