Maia & the Windy City

It was time to visit Dolce's hometown.

I was just glad we left Dolce at home.

Because India wants to bring her next time.

I hope she changes her mind. Dogs here don't walk.

We heard one man say, as he walked by our table at Cru (now called "Feast"), "These dogs have more legs than I do and they get pushed in strollers."

There was a dog convention at the adjoining table.

A 17 pound Yorkie named Tyson stopped by our table.

I really didn't care to meet him.
Till tomorrow,
Love, Maia