I got to go to Fisherman's terminal today. That was fun, I walked on the docks, looked over the side and then sat patiently while my people ate food that was not E. dd friendly. Then we came home with many bags of fish, I wanted to eat the bags, they wouldn't let me.
I was very good. Even T. mom said so.
I'm slowly getting back into her good graces.
e.dd
A blog by a basset hound named Ernest puppy who is making the lives of two people in Seattle very happy and one day hopes to run for public office.
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