Thursday, November 17, 2011

Take my license and all that jive. I can't drive 55.

As Davis and I were walking to the antique/vintage store
(from our truck in the parking lot)
I saw in my periphery someone in the drivers seat of a truck.
As I walked closer and the someone got larger and larger,
I noticed that the someone was actually a gigantic furry dog.
He seemed ready to drive out yonder to explore the great unknown.
Or maybe he just wanted to chase a cat.
Either way, it made me laugh!