A day at the campground
Bridget, Spike and I get a late start on our morning walk.
"Now Spike. Remember what we talked about. If we meet somebody, be polite but don't go on and on about yourself."
Spike meets someone new to add to his wide circle of friends.
"Hi there! My name's Spike. What's yours?" "I'm Bobo the Bichon from Alberta, Canada."
These two are instant pals.
"I'm from Georgia. I live with Bridget in a 17-foor Casita Liberty Deluxe. We have an exercise pen. Do you like chew bones? I got the biggest chew bone in the world and I chewed it all up. We saw a coyote and . . . .
"Nice to meet you, Spike. See ya' around." "Okay, Bobo. Welcome to America, Buddy."
Today’s a slow news day.
Bridget, Spike and I went to the library and the post office in Truth or Consequences, and on the way back to the park, I hit Walmart for groceries. This afternoon the crew enjoyed the sunshine in their pen while I read my Kindle in the camp chair next to them. Even though it was a slow news day, we enjoyed the day!