Luce has made it clear that she could do without cyclists, sirens, and, as we found out last weekend, goats.
She took an instant dislike to the above-pictured goat statue in Rittenhouse Square (sorry for the poor-quality picture), and made her feelings well-known to all the lucky passers-by.
Filed under Lucille 3, Outings, Philadelphia
I'm the Sickly Child and my husband is Death's Head. Our pseudonyms were inspired by two minor consumptive characters in the book Brideshead Revisited. In any case, I was a sickly child, and the name Death's Head is just funny. Welcome to our online scrapbook.
Lucille just wants to make that thing into a delicious Jamaican curry with a side of plantains.
That sounds very fancy for a dog who will eat pretty much anything off of the sidewalk.
Could be Lucille is a Cubs fan! Curse of the goat and all that.
I guess Luce is dumb enough to be a Cubs fan, just like us.