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Wings of Doom
December 12, 2024
A simple nightly routine with my dogs led me to face the wings of doom, a hideous creature that lurks in the shadows of my yard.
Those big dogs are pawesome, right?
Kisses and hugs
Lorenza
There are no big dogs near my house. Probably because I live in the city.
It’s been a long time since we’ve seen any big dogs on the trails! 🙂 I’m sure they’d love to make friends with you, too!
Oh, man, if I had been there with those big dogs, I would have gone crazy. Natasha and I could go crazy together.
Kat
We think The Herd needs a pony!
Hugz&Khysses,
Khyra and The Golden Khampers
PeeEssWoo: Hey Rusty…Mom saw something fur woo on her transport…chekhk out Monday’s post!
WHOA! Now THAT’S a big dog!
After all this time, I bet the two-sizes of “dogs” are pretty much used to one another when they meet on the trails. Neither seems particularly upset about the other. That’s a good thing, ’cause me ‘n Ice would hate to see the outcome of an unfriendly encounter.