Thursday, September 6, 2012

Devils Tower, Wyoming

Oscar started to form his dog food into strange mounds and chant "Take me there . . . they are coming . . . take me there . . . they are coming . . . take me there . . . they are coming . . ."   So I did . . . and they didn't . . .    He was looking forward to sitting on some alien laps.   He's so sad now, how will I ever cheer him up?