Eating my wildflowers!
This mechanized chrome head sits in an otherwise standard office park in Charlotte NC.
The one where Pete tries on a pair of shorts.
Pete wakes up with the sun. So, about an hour before I want to get up. And then he starts getting into things – doing all the things he knows we don’t want him to do. So I feed him and let him run around on the screened porch while I close the bedroom doors and go back to sleep.
But he knows how to open pocket doors. And if he can’t open a door, he’ll just bang on it. He also knows how to close standard hinged doors. And so he’s locked himself in rooms, multiple times. Sometimes with Pepper.