The street sweeper is broken. And when it wasn't, we always had our cars parked in the way. Now, it seems, we have a new sandbox.
I looked over and saw this stinker sitting on the curb. I hollered over to Boots to get out of the street, and continued whatever I was doing. Next time I looked over at him, this is where I saw him.
Again I hollered, "Get out of the street." He replied, "I am, mommy. I'm laying right here. On the grass."
Technically, he was right. Guess it's hard to argue with that logic.
Nice to see Lion keeping him company and obeying the rules too.