Dad took me for an early morning walk before we got on the road. I gotta tell ya, it was frickin’ cold outside. My fur coat helped immensely, but my nose was froze (haha, I made a rhyme).
|My dad's a frost artist.|
|haha -- now that thar's funny!|
I knew we were in California when I saw the San Bernardino mountains:
|Let's go -- let's go!|
I really worked up an appetite. I was gettin' mighty hungry, so we stopped for lunch.
|What's a fella gotta do to get a frickin' meal around here?|
After Mom and Dad ate lunch, my mom brought me a piece of bread. I was so excited, I nearly flew out the window to get it from her:
Whatever Mom did, it must've worked, because that's when I saw the Westlake sign:
|We're home, home, HOME!|
I took a dump on the front lawn to celebrate my homecoming, and then checked out the vicinity for any rabbits, squirrels, etc.
I came up empty. They must know I'm back in town.
So for now, it's time to get back to work and finish up my travel blog.