Con mode
Mundane Monday we took the car to the mechanic for an oil change. That same cop came in who asked about us being Dogs the last time, and he asked about my bone tag and said 'I guess you're like a Dog that came back' and I woofed, 'Maybe you're right, I don't know where it came from.' That was different, usually they just ask and don't seem to think any more about it.
Tuesday we went for a walk down Noblestown road to see a big mountain of dirt we always see from the car. We have been by there on feet before, but this is new this time around, and we got to go up on it, and it's really high at the top. It's a for sale property and kind of a dump, and the Collie saw rotting rolls of toilet paper sitting up on some wood, and they must have been there for a year like that. It's interesting how things like that fall apart.
Tonight Hobnose and Werevereen will be going to a convention for Furs in Texas, taking Amtrak down and Greyhound back, and we have to get ready for it. Werevereen is the convention master and lives for them, Hob is less into it but she wanted a fun place to go to.
Boomer
Tuesday we went for a walk down Noblestown road to see a big mountain of dirt we always see from the car. We have been by there on feet before, but this is new this time around, and we got to go up on it, and it's really high at the top. It's a for sale property and kind of a dump, and the Collie saw rotting rolls of toilet paper sitting up on some wood, and they must have been there for a year like that. It's interesting how things like that fall apart.
Tonight Hobnose and Werevereen will be going to a convention for Furs in Texas, taking Amtrak down and Greyhound back, and we have to get ready for it. Werevereen is the convention master and lives for them, Hob is less into it but she wanted a fun place to go to.
Boomer