Confession time:
I managed to keep my tiny stash of coffee hidden in the back of my crate for the past couple of weeks as mom was distracted by creating box forts around home.

I stole the tiny treasure, a pretty copper coloured cup with its silver checkerboard cap, from Aunty Dar on one of my recent visits.

It was perfect to flip about in my jail and occasionally the wonderful powder would come spraying out.

But yesterday, as mom was taking out my blankets to hang them out and let the rain wash them, she found it.
And tossed it.
Sigh.
Otherwise though, we had a great walk where I pulled almost the whole time!
BOL!