Hi G-Fans!
The slippers have it. It is slowing our walk up. The concierge and her two-legged entourage keep scanning the wooded edges of our path and slow down to poke and prod the possibilities. It is really annoying. Especially when Bertie is full speed ahead and forgets to pay attention to the rest of us around him. So, I am usually getting yanked because I am behaving and paying attention to the tenor and tone of our walk and speeding up and slowing down in tandem with the concierge and Riley. Bertie, not so much. I will admit I made some sidebar excursions (as far as the tethering allows that is...) tonight while walking the bog. The concierge is such a control freak. She dragged me off a very interesting spot. There was some white tissue involved and she was totally grossed out. I can't figure her out. I roll in questionable excrement with the assistance of Riley one time and I am marked forever. As if. Well, actually, let's just not go there. I don't need to confirm or deny any actionable antics.... The fifth, the fifth, the fifth..... that is all I need to say.....
So, may all the words drifting forth from your lips be ones of uplift and non-incriminating.
TTFN!
-G
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| Double blossoms of the newly "hatched" Ladyslippers. Not even pink yet. |
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| A few feet away a more mature specimen gave the concierge a thrill. |
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