Monday, September 17, 2012

I am in the 509 with my sissy and other sorted relations.

On the way I visited the Yakima Farmer's Market to fulfill someone's wish.

Wish. Want.

Where I stopped and was petted every fifteen feet. Good thing I am so patient.  I was also HOT.

Laying of hands.

I grumbled the whole way there because the moms DROVE TOO FAST.  I am going to lead up a commission when the new governor is elected to determine if the 70 mph speed limit should be reduced to 40 mph when there is a basset in the car.

ernest basset at your service.

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