The weather is finally cool enough for Smooch to accompany me on my weekly trip to town.
Having her along makes the trip almost tolerable.
I just wish she'd relax and enjoy it. We weren't even out of the garage when she went on high alert.
Here is Smooch at the first cattle guard.
Me: Smooch, the odds of something coming down the road toward us are about a million to one. Chill.
Here is Smooch at the mailbox.
Me: Smooch, we've got five more stops. Please, relax.
Here is Smooch at the feed store.
Me: Smooch, you've got to blink at some point.
Here is Smooch at the post office.
Smooch: This place is creepy. No wonder they're losing money.
Here is Smooch at the Sonic Drive-in.
Smooch: You should have ordered extra cheese on this breakfast burrito.
Here is Smooch at the hardware store.
Smooch: Hmm. I'm sort of liking it here. There's a cute dog in that truck over there,
and the cowboy's not bad-looking either. Go on in. Take your time. I'll try to get their number.
Here is Smooch in the Walmart parking lot.
Smooch: If you're not back in 15 minutes, I'm coming in after you.