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Because of the forecast on Saturday for lots of rain, we completed some chores around the house, walked the dogs, and drove into town with Natasha and Kiska rather than the whole Herd to run some errands. On the way back home, I was trying to think about what I would post since nothing really happened. Random thoughts went through my mind and that’s when I decided – I would just post random events:
We drove the Jeep, the vehicle used to transport the Herd, into town Friday night to meet my parents for dinner. A couple pulled up beside us, looked over, and expressed disappointment that The Herd was not with us. Er, We are doing great. Thanks for asking. Hmmmmm.
On a related front, we stopped at a store. A couple pulled up beside me in the parking lot and asked me where all the others were (since only Kiska and Natasha were in the car). That also happened several times as we walked in downtown Waynesville and inside the Mast General Store. Amazing how many people know The Herd.
Speaking of the Mast General Store, we love that place. The dogs are welcome and the clerks scramble to see who gets to feed the dog treats to them (needless to say, the dogs LOVE the store and know where the treats are stored). Plus they have a great selection of outdoor clothes and gear.
We were sitting in another parking lot and heard Siberian speak. The dogs and I scanned the parking lot and saw this guy sitting in a car:
Hey buddy. You had a great voice!
The weather forecast for Saturday was 1-2 inches of rain and heavy thunderstorms. We got 0.3 inches of rain and never harder than a drizzle. Guess that was close. Good thing we changed our plans based on the weather forecast. Sigh.
Walking down the street with Natasha and Kiska, a group of ladies approached all oohing and aahing over the dogs. One of the ladies exclaimed, “How gorgeous!” Then she looked right at me and said, “We don’t mean you. We mean the dogs.” Gee, thanks. The clarity was very helpful.
Which reminds me of a couple of summers ago when a couple approached us on the Parkway and said, “We remember you. Well, not you, but the dogs.” Again, gee, thanks.
Rusty has a simple question:
Why didn’t I get to go?
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Lots of snow, lots of rain, muddy roads, four-wheel drive, and an open jeep window. This is when a dog should not hold their head out of the window, as demonstrated by Natasha and Kodiak as they show off their Mud Freckles.