Our daily walk has certainly changed a lot! Instead of an empty park with lots of places to read the news, talk to other dogs and pee and poop, the place has been invaded by humans with tables and tents. Some of the tables smell really good, like food, but humom won't let me get near those. Others smell interesting, like flowers, soaps and candles. Humom won't let me eat those either. There are tables with nice wood smells that remind me of my Uncle Clay, and others with pottery and glass smells like Uncle Nathan. Humom is most fascinated by the tables with the stones and wires -- she even bought one pair of earrings called "tourmaline," which must be a kind of trampoline. Like she doesn't already have a whole bunch of earrings! Whatever, as long as she doesn't try to get ME to wear them! At least all the nice Art people had a great appreciation for the Malamute, giving me lots of lovins, declaring me a superb work of Art, and taking lots of pictures of the Mallie face. I don't mind adoration from the cognoscenti ...
--- Missy out
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