POST # 113
There once was a hound dog named Austin
Who thought about living in Boston
But when he looked around Vedder
He knew he couldn't do better
'cause it was a place to get lost in.
It is a grey, rainy morning which makes my decision to stay inside with Austin an easy one. Perhaps a walk to the river later might be in order, rain or no rain. His majesty is currently settled in on the carpet, having his first nap of the day after his morning survey of the yard. Now that he has secured the territory, he feels that he has earned a rest. It won't be too long before he will be standing at the back door waiting to go out again, knowing that when he returns via the front door, there will be a treat waiting. He's got this routine down to a science so who am I to try and change it?
The trees are beginning to bud.
The journey continues.
Happy trails,
Paul
The Thoughtful Wanderer
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