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(Translation: Some paraphrasing needed: So my people and I went to Dalton last weekend to hang out with more of their people. We had a superb time. My favorite part was going back to my birthplace and reliving some memories. It's great being a city dog. Sometimes I miss speaking cow though...I really enjoyed being able to visit my mom's tree too. It has a very calming spirit about it. Well, I'm off to go tuck the little one in to bed. Here are some pictures. Enjoy! Lincoln)
(The little one is driving. I am showing him the best way to go.)
(I told the little one to keep his eyes on the road, but he does not listen very well.)
Woof woof woof woof woof woof woof woof.
(The pond was very refreshing after a long jog.)
(What a beautiful place to be born!)
(Though my city friends might call me a country dog for it, I do love the feeling of mud between my toes.)
Woof woof woof woof woof.
(My cow impersonation.)
Woof woof woof woof woof.
(This cow reminds me of one I saw in a tree one time ...heeheehee.)
(One of these things is not like the others. Can you tell which one?)
(The little one and the strong one are laughing at each other. I thought it was a bit undignified to be making cow noises right in front of them.)