Monday, September 12, 2011
Little Orange Dog
Still, Monroe is a consumate scientist and stimulating conversationalist, so, slipping, tripping, soaking from morning frost, and explicative hurling aside, it was a banner day.
Here is a random transcript from our walk:
K: They are perfectly ripe and delicious. Here, have one.
K: Well, think of how you would walk through a forest if there were little meat baubles dangling over the trail.