|Taking a codger break to get our bearings.|
|Home Bud, find the way home!|
|Home? What's home? Now where'd I put that?|
If we can hang on until Sunday evening when Lorna returns from her latest West Coast adventure, Bud and I will again prove that two old dogs can survive for a few days with neither a car for transportation nor a woman for guidance. It's been rough and rocky traveling, but I think we're over the hump and it should be a downhill run now. Bud has been generally worthless. Lassie he ain't. He's blind, deaf, stupid and he has no thumbs. I have to say, he has not pulled his weight through this, neither in leaf removal, house cleaning, nor food preparation. But what he can do - wagging, woofing, eating and sun napping, he does well, and with good humor. Overall he's been good company, during this, our time in the domestic wilderness.