Walk

Here we are setting out on our walk this morning with the Boston Terrier from the pits of the abyss. I have to assume that this is his origin because the gasses that have been leaking out of his back end can find their source only in the lakes of hell. I'm not going to say it's unprecedented stench, but its only precedent is other gas on other days from his particular backside.

Sadie toted her book along and when Benny asked her, a few blocks later, if she was reading Chicken Little, she answered, primly, "Yes."