Whats on the end of that leash???

So I blogged yesterday about how obsessed I am with the Bohemian culture in New Orleans.

I blogged about their cool bicycles, their cool clothes, their cool music, their cool hair...

One thing I didn't blog about was their dogs.

They all have these dogs...

Well, I mean they aren't all this exact dog but they are all kinda big ole, floppy eared, laid back dogs. 

So while these Bohemian jazz bands are playing there is always a contingent of people sitting and listening that are 'with the band.'

Groupies if you will.

They pass around a tip hat or some such. 

Mostly they just listen and look happy. 

Thats where the dogs hang out too. 

This one girl though...

She was carrying a leash...

And what kind of dog was on the end of that leash???

It wasn't a dog.

It was...

A baby!

And not just any baby but a Bohemian baby!

His Mom had even put face paint on him.

Come on!

And look at his little hat!

The best part though?

He had a harmonica...

...and he wasn't afraid to share it...

...with the dog. 

The dog would put it in his mouth and then look at the baby as if to say "Seriously?"

Dear Stella, 

I know I made you stay home with your Daddy while I went to New Orleans but would you please be my Bohemian baby?

"Hmmm...I'll think about. 

Where's Bohemia anyway?"