(From my phone.)

Our friends who fed us satay sticks at the Henderson Night Markets every Thursday.

Auckland Sky Tower at night, from below.

Bexee, Scott and I. Practically an ad for Karen Walker.

I like dogs (cats are another story) but I've never really understood people who are suuuper into their dogs. As in they personify their dog, talk about their dog, take their dog everywhere and talk TO their dog in that particular high pitched voice usually reserved for infants and toddlers. I've never understood it. Kind of similar to the way I feel about folks who opt to have standing desks.

This all changed when I met Scott's Dad's dog, Smokey. I officially became one of those people.

Smokey is smarter and more pleasant than a lot of humans out there. He doesn't require a leash, will wait patiently outside a grocery store for you while you shop, loves hanging out in cafes while you work, is an ideal wingman for meeting new people because he's so handsome people just want to pet him AND he does tricks. He's the ideal running and hiking companion, loves to explore the city, always down for a road trip, is incredibly friendly and relaxed, loves the beach and on top of all of that, is wildly photogenic.

He's just a dreamboat. I don't know who I've become. I've never felt this way about a dog before.

LAST BITS OF NEW ZEALAND 2017

SMOKEY THE DOG