Before our walk this mornin' Dad asked me if I liked pea soup. I like chicken soup and the beefy stuff, but I don't know if I like pea soup. 'Let's see', he said.
First we checked the weather.
Hey, Dad! They're talkin' about that F-dog. Looks okay to me.
Hey, where'd everythin' go? Maybe it's
better at the Hollow. I sure hope so...
Whoooa...Guess not. Hope Dad doesn't fall in.
Glad he's wearin' his 'Rescue Me First' jacket.
I finally got a picture of my whole male human. Luckily I remembered to retrieve my spy camera.
I got to play Lassie. I had to lead Dad home.
He lost his way. Arf! Arf!
I think I like pea soup. I feel like I'm walkin' In a cloud. Coooool! Ahhrrrooooooo!
25 January 2006
PEA SOUP/ANOTHER FOG DOG/MY WHOLE DAD
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Wow Freda, I could barely see you! That's wild!
Hey Indy,
Pretty cool stuff, heh? That's our famous Tule fog. Named after my buddy, Tule. Arf, Arf!
Woof!
Freda
Great photos!
Glad you were there to lead the way!!!!
Big head pets & belly rubs to you Freda.
The Whippy Curly Tails in the Toasty South
That last pic is brill!
Now that is what I call fog.
Take care!
Other parts of the country get snow durin' the winter months. We get fog and lots of rain. I wish fog tasted like chicken, then I could just lie out in the fog and chew away. Yum, yum! Of course I'm only arfin'. Fog tastes like pea soup. Like I said, I don't like pea soup.
Woof!
Freda
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