Guest blogger dogie here, filling in for that lazy little miss messy hair who was supposed to post something today. Women, i tell you, you cannot trust them.
Anyways, that messy haired chick came alone with THE ONE and me today on a walk in the hills. Oh, THE ONE! He is the master of all that is good, and me too.
And if that messy haired chick thinks that he is hers, well, she has another thing coming, because he is MINE, all mine!
So, where was i? Oh yeah, the trail. Oh the trail, all the smells of the trail, let me tell you, you really need to get out and smell some new trees every so often, you know what i mean? Sure, the city trees have a lot more messages on them, but the trees in the hills are what it's about, yessirreebob.
Now the messy haired chick keeps up quite a pace. Geez, does she not realize i'm getting old? I have to keep up with her, of course, because i'm a cattle dog and, well, herding is what i do. I may not like her, but i can't have her getting too far from THE ONE, that just wouldn't be right.
the messy haired chick (now how could i respect these nearly-hairless legs?)
If you can get past the messy haired one, you'll see some great views, if you are into that kind of thing.
i bet there are some great smells over there
These hikes give me plenty of quality time with THE ONE.
THE ONE pats me on the head.
Oh, now these grasses are great lickin' grasses. You can get a taste of every creature that has stopped by for weeks. Oh wow, you have to lick these grasses if you see them, every single time. Yeah, these are great licking grasses. Try'em sometime.
mmm... tasty AND informational!
Well, it's been fun, but i've got some smells over in these bushes to explore, and you know how it is, i just have to go over in these bushes, and then maybe down that hill ... oh wait ... what's that tree over there?