Houston Brothers Trail





It poured for several hours at night. The lightening was striking all around us, and the ground rumbled every time it thundered. I thought Tahoe might get scared, but he didn't even seem to notice. In the morning, I let him out of the tent, and he wandered around for a couple hours by himself while I was still sleeping. I don't know what he was up to, but he was ready for another nap after it.
3 Comments:
That is pretty awesome that you can trust Tahoe not to get lost. I don't think I could say the same about Frank but, hey... ya never know.
P.S. Tahoe looks very handsome in his little sweater/jacket thing.
Yes, he's a good doggy. And thank you very much for the nice, totally nonsarcastic compliment. :) Does Frank need a jacket? I bet Tahoe could hook him up.
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