Sometimes we think, foolishly, that we can put them in the stroller and go somewhere, get some exercise, cover some ground. 

But it just becomes another ward to mind (George + Della + Walter + Stroller). Who is in the stroller up ahead? No one.

They like each other.

I was trying to get some pictures of the sandhill cranes.

Here we have Snowbasin, in technicolor. This is the first year in a long time I’ve actually been excited for winter.

George, pissed that no one will carry him. (But what about the stroller?)

Ignore, ignore, ignore. There – he’s happy again.

There are so many ways to not really get anywhere in this stroller.

The End.

P.S. I should also mention that Della’s shirt says “Love My Style,” and her sweatpants are tucked into her knee-high socks.