Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Roll

We love cruising around The Park.
We walk and scratch and sniff and roll.

Mmmm - that smells good. Possum pooh.



I'm going in - don't try to stop me.



Ooh yeah, that feels good.



Ah, the small joys of life.



Why does Dad always wash me when we get home ?

Si. The DogBlogger
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