Wednesday, November 19, 2008


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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