Sometimes I don't really want to walk Ginger, but I need to, and at the end of the walk, I'm usually glad I did it. Of course, her smiling face is all thanks. It's odd in my opinion that dogs don't walk themselves and need us to go with them - I guess they truly are pack animals.
After passing the cow skull, Ginger sprints up the hill next to the house.
Hey Josh,
ReplyDeleteJust met you at Starbucks, email me when you get some time, would love to go shooting with you some time.
fultonrob@mac.com