Walking with Belly, Mischief and a Little Mojo

The mojo was tested last night, here in Stiletto City. Although the Lakers were playing at 6pm, Plot, Duck, PD, 5H and Belly decided to go have dinner at The Great Five Head's favorite sushi bar in Little Tokyo. It's a small spot, and Plotnik is here to report their spicy tuna rolls were the absolute best maki he has ever eaten, anywhere, anytime. It was a fabulous dinner. But there was no TV. Plottie wasn't sure what he'd find when he got back to Chez PunquiDunqui in the 3rd Quarter.

Not to worry. The Spurs were overmatched last night. Plot was sure not to leave his chair once he sat down in it in front of the TV, but aside from that no other inter-alien connections were necessary. Sunday is the next game, but that venue changes to Texas, and in Texas all bets are off. Plottie will have to concentrate on the proper angles, the correct motions and all other Whizbangs of Wonder. He will do his best. You know he will.

Belly is moving really fast. She's as cute as ever, no, cuter, and trying to talk about everything. PD and 5H are still able to keep up with her, but just barely. It's just a matter of time 'til she hacks their credit cards and flies off to Pamplona for the running of the bulls.

Yesterday was the first time ever that Plot and Duck went for a walk with Belly and Mischief when Belly was walking, instead of being pushed in a stroller. She wants to hold Mischief's leash while she walks, except that he's always in a hurry to get to the next clump of sniffable greenery. So she tries and tries to hang on, but he eventually pulls the leash out of her hand and Plotnik runs and gets it, while PD consoles Belly and tells sad-eyed Belly that Mischief is just excited and that's why he walks so fast and she can try again. And then she tries again. We didn't get very far but we had a wonderful, wonderful walk in the sun.