Putlitz got into his carrying case all by himself this morning. He wanted to get out of Van Horn. I don’t blame him. When he got to the La Quinta at Midland he took up residence behind the sheers covering the window. When I was walking him he met a black poodle, and the ladies at the front desk waved at him going past in his stroller.

He was sniffing at the dog’s burger. He always gets envious.