we call it a power picnic, but the only thing that made it powerful — other than the french pastries from a new bakery downtown — was gonzo’s presence. just look how well he fits in with the boys.
not surprising, but Gonzo loves picnics. he loves being the center of attention, he loves laying close to his people, he loves watching birds and trees, and he loves vacuuming up the stray pieces of food that somehow keep appearing all over blankets when people sit around and eat.
he was seriously lustful over the cheese and the sausage that some friends brought to eat, but his biggest obsession at the picnic? a ziplock bag full of deviled eggs.