Yep, Back by popular demand. Man got a new batch of Desert Dawg keep on truckin’ hats. So for all those of you that never got one and aren’t too mad about it man got a new batch so let him know and I’ll go with him to the Post Office and we’ll send you one or two. I love goin’ to the Post Office cause Katie’s silly dawgs bark like crazy when they see me crusin’ around all free cause they are stuck in the truck usually when Katie is workin’. And she gives me a cookie and there’s a great lawn there by the Freebox which is always a good place to sniff around too.
So, we spent a lot of time on the road which is kind of boring especially cause man sneaks little pink pills into the cheese he gives me before we head out so I don’t remember a lot about the trip except we get to good places to explore, and camp and generally sniff. Man’s gettin’ a bit better so we are hikin’ a little bits but nuthin like those epic record setters of yesteryear. All good by me. I’m gettin’ pretty mellow like a fine wine or a good Scotch is what man says and he’s full of s__t or wisdom he likes to think. Yep, I’m content with the little things; morning cuddles, breakfast, a walk around the block, treat, stroll over to the coffee shop, get another treat, then maybe a snooze, then hopefully some lunch, then snooze, maybe a little walk and some treats and then dinner time! My favorite time of day, then if I’m lucky a bone, a couple more snoozes, repeat. Not too bad. I don’t really care about cows much anymore either, big stoopid beasts, but I like to eat beef. So yeah, just aging gracefully like a good stinky cheese. Me and my man, both slowing down. Don’t forget though to git hold of him if you want a hat. And some words of wisdom right here:
Fight everyday for the wild places. Bite those assholes that would take it away from us. But get out everyday too. Look up at the sky, howl at the moon, breathe deep and smell the sage, listen to the wind. Then go home and fight some more. We will bite them in their fat asses! -Desert Dawg over and out.