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We have a very simple rule here at Chez Herd – You Move, You Lose. Hu-Dad, for some odd reason, does not think the rule should apply to him, but we are quite clear that it does.
Observation post
When we are parked in a campground in the S-RV (Siberian Recreational Vehicle), Hu-Dad prefers the front passenger seat because of the pull out laptop desk. It is a great place for him to catch up on emails or write our blog (which we dictate to him, of course).
My seat, Hu-Dad. You move, you lose.
So imagine Hu-Dad’s surprise when he discovers his seat has been co-opted by a certain munchkin. And why does Little Wonder like this seat?
The view from here is awesome.
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Love the shot of Typhoon through the window! I would have the biggest grin if I were out walking and saw that.
Well, played Ty. Bet you had your eye on Hu-dad just willing him to move! We play that game with our bed at night. Someone becomes limp and deaf and paralyzed.
Maybe Ty wants to take over the blog. 😉
LOVE the shot of the tail hanging off the seat, just chillin in hu’dad’s seat, he didn’t want it any more – he left it, so I took it…..
and a beautiful tail it is!!
Mom sez: Hmmm, I wonder if the sound of a food dish being rattled somewhere around the far end of the RV would change Ty’s mind?
Sorry Hu-dad, he looks quite adamant. The seat is his.