As in most places, when you get a couple warm January days in a row, the frozen tundra turns into a bog of slippery, glorious brown goo called mud. Saturday was no exception as can be seen from the followin' pics.
|Maxwell showed up a couple minutes later and bein's how we look a whole lotta alike and both wearin' brown collars to boot, our PUs had trouble knowin' which dawg was which.|
|Note the little 2 legger's sneakers. They were white when she first got there.|
|All colors of Labradorks showed up - although the yellow lab was not allowed to stay oncet his PUs saw the condition of the park. I guess they like his yellow labradorkness and wanted to keep him that way.|
|We quickly collaborated on how we could snap that leash off so he could make a run for it. Alas - they were on to our secret plan and scurried him quickly away.|
Didn't they know the drinks were free?
|I had to stop for a quick check of my undercarriage ~ just|
long enough to make sure my hose wasn't clogged.
|My exhaust pipe was good to go also.|
I never gave it a thought to use my mental telepathy powers
to tell her to not stop at the
It's Monday and let this be a lesson to you: when usin' your powers of suggestion this week, make sure not to forget any details.