By the time we got to the baby Bjorn, Mongkut decided that he had enough and his claws came out and started scratching anybody who came near him.
Yesterday, Tim and I decided to go on a spontaneous road trip to
As we were walking back up to the car we stopped to take some pictures near a weird metal Christmas tree ( I think).
We headed to the historic Bay front and were greeted by a sound of dying wiener dogs. We soon discovered that there weren’t any dogs, just a group of sealions sunning themselves on a dock underneath one of the piers. There was one that was particularly vocal and would get the others to bark back at him. I have a feeling that they were telling him to quite down and let them sleep.