Yesterday was magnificent, weather-wise. Since it was so nice, my parents decided to go for a walk in our woods. In order to fully appreciate the experience, they took me along. I love walks, mostly because it gives me the chance to sniff stuff with my beagle nose.
If I find something truly disgusting, and if my parents aren’t watching, I love to roll all over it, thereby spreading the unholy smell over as much as me as possible. No such luck on this walk.
I took some time to relax and enjoy the view of our forest:
We finished our walk by checking out the propane tank. I know my mom hates the propane tank. Sometimes a person with a big truck comes up our driveway and hooks up a hose to it. After that, I know that Mom is going to be in “el-cheapo” mode for a long time. She turns down the heat, and you know how much I love the floor heat. So, I tried to scare the tank by attacking it:
I don’t have high hopes for this actually working. Even I have some awareness that attacking an inanimate object that has the potential to blow up and spread metal shrapnel for miles is, well, futile.
Nonetheless, I enjoyed spending the time with my dad who had to leave for Philly soon afterward. Take care, Dad.
I love you!