Drop Something?

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Clouds rolling in over Mt Pisgah – Why we stuck to safe trails Sunday

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As I am taking Mt Pisgah pictures, Natasha focuses in on something in the Jeep.

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Think you dropped something on the floor, Dad

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Stupid seatbelt.  Can’t quite reach.

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Can smell it.  Stretch.

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Almost.

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So close, yet so far.

15 Comments

  1. Steve and Kat on August 30, 2009 at 9:21 pm

    Stupid seatbelt is right! I hate those things. They keep me from getting into the front seat where I say I belong. Mom disagrees!

    Kat

  2. Golden Boy Luke on August 29, 2009 at 11:31 pm

    Sumfin a bout this rings very very familiar to me! Love the pitchers!

    wif love from the Luke

  3. Huffle Mawson on August 27, 2009 at 7:35 pm

    I bet the dad is happy about the seatbelt 🙂

    p.s. we loved the note on MrSippi’s blog about driving from Adelaide to Melbourne for a weekend LOL

    Huffle Mawson

  4. Mochi on August 27, 2009 at 6:46 pm

    Woo! What was it?

    Mochi

  5. Storm Glory on August 27, 2009 at 6:04 pm

    Poor Natasha! Did she get anything for her effort? Did dad even bother to look in the floor and tell the poor girl what she’d found? 😀

  6. the Army of Four on August 27, 2009 at 3:15 pm

    Mt Pisgah looks mighty cool but really…. what was down there?!!? A bug? A burger? Just messing with the bipeds’ heads? Ha roooo!
    Tail wags,
    Storms

  7. The OP Pack on August 27, 2009 at 2:08 pm

    Was it a tasty donut crumb?

  8. Princess Eva on August 27, 2009 at 11:23 am

    I bet if you stomped your feet, woo’d really loud and looked at him with sad puppy eyes, your dad would have gotten it for you. Try it next time.

    Princess Eva

  9. Denns the Vizsla on August 27, 2009 at 10:41 am

    I think Hall & Oates wrote a song about this …

  10. Kira on August 27, 2009 at 10:14 am

    Wooos! I hate that Stupid seat belts, when I smell it I want it, I start whining and making a fuss, it usually works, Mom gets it for me. I hope you got it!
    -Kira The BeaWootiful

  11. KB on August 27, 2009 at 10:02 am

    If she’s like my dogs, that ‘something’ on the floor will remain in her mind until her first opportunity to get it – even if it’s days from now. Then, she’ll zero in on it like a missile. Especially if it’s edible!

  12. Ozzie on August 27, 2009 at 8:47 am

    It was FOOD wasn’t it??? I bet it was something that smelled delicious. Well. . if your car is anything like mine, it might be there the next time you take a ride. Good luck!

    Ozzie

  13. Woodrow, Sweetie & MJ on August 27, 2009 at 8:40 am

    was it something good – did you ever get to it – its amazing how far you can stretch

    Woodrow – Sweetie – MJ

  14. zoehuskydog on August 27, 2009 at 8:05 am

    Was it something yummy?

  15. Khyra on August 27, 2009 at 5:46 am

    Woo do know woo WILL pay fur that?

    Hugz&Khysses,
    Khyra
    PeeEssWoo: Many, many times!

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