Somebody really likes Odie’s new Kong chew toy.

From the bathroom in my hotel in Guadalajara.

The elevator at the Fort Collins Museum of Contemporary Art goes to infinity.

You know, to keep those cars on their own sides of the street.

The city of Fort Collins plowed it like this, then left. We aren’t on the regular plow route, in fact, this is the first time I’ve ever seen the street plowed.

The neighbor jack-hammered out the old concrete and poured a new driveway this week.

This is a little divider between the one car garage door and the two car garage door.

Wonder what it will look like in a couple of years.

Usually, on our walks around the neighborhood, we see dogs. It must be some sort of unwritten law in Fort Collins that you must own a dog. (With a corollary that it doesn’t need a leash unless the person walking it is on a bike.)

We were surprised to see this cat walk up to us, rub on our legs, then proceed to scratch itself in the dirt next to the sidewalk. There was an indentation in the grass, so this must have been a common practice. The owner yelled out to us, “I’m so sorry, she’s really friendly”.

*Note- The owner’s yard usually contains a DOG.

Doesn’t your town have a Tuff-Shed Cryogenic Mausoleum and Chainsaw Art Shoppe?