Off to the salt mines

Oboyoboyoboy. My favorite photographer, Joe, has requested my presence on set today. Here's me getting packed in the airless, cramped bag of Fashion Daddy; he does not allow me out on my own, contending that it's 'more comfortable' for me. Harumph. You're just afraid of having to chase me around the subway platform while I have breakfast.




















Above is Joe and me having fun; he's the cool guy jumping with me. I have yet to convince him to go penguin-hunting with me, though; funny, all the New Yorkers I've met seem to think hunting these delectable fowl is somehow outlandish. Nonsense - hunting penguins lets you know you're alive. So how about it, guys, can we go now?