More Dale fun to be had over at Mareike’s… apparently there were people doing yard work and — imagine this — someone was afraid of us Dales so we had to stay inside. How can anyone be afraid of us with our fuzzy beards and teddy bear looks? I was confused. I mean, I like it when the coyotes are afraid of me, and when people that I don’t like are afraid of me, but random strangers? How odd.
Love,
Bogart
How can they be afraid of so many wagging butts? I could feel the draft from here!
xxx
Mojo