Because it was finally a nice day--under 90 degrees--I took the dogs out for breakfast.
We hit a local place with sidewalk dining and they hung out while I had breakfast. Then we wandered the French Quarter for a while and hit a few stores.
Belle found another dog in one that looked strangely familiar.
Murphy was not fooled, however.
Then we stopped by the local dog bakery for treats...and a drink.
Then a small second-line came by, attracting Belle's attention.
Now they're dead to the world and I can get some work done...right after my afternoon nap.