Frasier and I came across this fascinating scene last week, and try as we could, we simply couldn't figure out what it all meant.
A message from aliens? A planned highway interchange soon to overrun our quiet neighborhood? Leftovers from an impromptu archaeological dig looking for evidence of a misplaced ancient Inca tribe?
It was all a little much for us. So I went back to my usual job of scanning for wayward skunks, and he returned to his genetic need to sniff, lick and occasionally nibble on whatever managed to attract his attention.
The life of a dog is a charmed one. One can say the same thing about the humans lucky enough to welcome one into our family.
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2 comments:
That looks like some underground electric nightmare. I wonder what the 75 means?
Looks like a fine walk, anywho!
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