Saturday I took my sister's dog, Buster, snowshoeing. It was his first time in the woods, first time running, first time snowshoeing....So he was a little nervous and timid at first. We took it slow and he started to loosen up on the second loop when he recognized everything. He was moving over for obstacles long before we got to them. I was thinking he was a pretty smart pooch....then he ate a turd.
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At the end of the day, even Lassie was still just a dog. ;-)
minty fresh breath that is not.
Mike
I have not been blogging much..the facebook thing has been working better.
I plan to do more blogging now that it is close to spring.
Just so you know..I dig your sense of humor and the way you write stuff.
Sorry the dog ate a turd. You sure it wasn't a baby ruth?
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