Balto the Interloper

Sophie's world has tread upon by the likes of a six year old named Balto.

He was here for a few days last week and might be back again next weekend.

Sophie is not pleased and neither is that orange chicken, who shortly after this photo was taken underwent experimental liposuction at the paws of Balto. He is now considerably thinner.

There were some moments during which Sophie seemed to be completely at ease with Balto's presence.

There really is nothing better than a walk in the park.

This one is my new screensaver.

Happy beasts in the sun.

On this particular day, however, things got a little surreal and occassionally disturbing.

Giant people!

Headless Dragons!

Cats on leashes!
Actually, that one seemed sort of reasonable to Sophie, since she's always wondered why they got to run free and she didn't.
But back at the ranch, Balto was still a menace.

Absconding with the pink flamingo Stanley gave Sophie.

Stealing all the attention with this snuggly, huggy act of his.

COME ON PEOPLE!

This is not the face of a cute dog.

This is the face of an interloper. A treader on Sophie's territorier.

And he should be scared.

Pink flamingo, on the other hand, is fine. He did not consent to surgery.

Since Balto's departure, Sophie has been loving him up and praising his plumpness.