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