To the DOG PARK:
I ran so fast I even look blurry in this photo:
I was super brave and went near the water, too:
AND I made a FRIEND:
Judes says we can come back every day. At least that's what I heard. They call it a Bark Park, and Judes says there's a fun event next weekend where I can take her for a 5k with other canines and their humans. She was right. Wyoming is awesome!
Judes wanted me to tell you that potato night was observed tonight, as Wednesday's regularly scheduled menu was interrupted by traveling cross-country. She went to check out at the food store, and found lines with signs that read: "about 15 items." That doesn't sound like the east coast to me. Very imprecise. I'm not sure why potato night is pertinent, seeing as I got nothing from it, but Judes said I had to blog about it.
We took Shoeshine to the airport this morning. I insisted on coming by threatening to bark at the neighbors at 4:30 am. I always win. We saw signs on the road saying "open range area; loose stock." Is that like a cattle park? I miss Shoeshine and the tummy rubs she gave me. I guess I'll have to put up with Judes.
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