I nearly panic when this happens mid-walk, since there is always much going on around us on the street to distract Ozzy. This is the only reason there are few outdoor shots on here—it isn’t as if our apartment floor goes un-vacuumed so Ozzy can pick me up some blog content every time he sniffs the floor—it happens everywhere he goes. (I’m too much of a clean freak for that kind of a forced approach.)
This one magically windy day, though, he stayed seated and even posed for a picture. Who knows what stuck this time! I was just glad I could document it.