Very late wakeup this morning for some reason.
Midday found us gathered under a clear sky at a dog play park in the hills overlooking Los Angeles. Poptart showed off his apparently unlimited energy by racing after tennis balls; Cocoa glided quetly next to us and did her best to ignore male suitors. The most persistent, though, received a quiet but savage snarl that sent all but one packing immediately. We intervened on her behalf with the one who was too clueless to get the message.
Photos follow of our dinner at the original Bob's Big Boy, not far from the Warner Brothers studios.