The place where I get my cars worked on is less than a mile away so mrs Tbogg and I took the boys with us when I dropped off my truck this morning, providing them with a nice long (by their standards) walk back home. Weather-wise it’s in the high seventies and humid today which is hot (by their standards) and so what initially seemed like a grand adventure of prancing and tail wagging and sniffing and general idiotic barking at stuff soon became the basset Bataan Death march.

Afterwards there was much panting, puffing of cheeks and drooling to say nothing of the “what the hell was that?” looks.

TBogg

TBogg

Yeah. Like I would tell you....

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