Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for May 02, 2014

…I got nothing…

Try not to drool all over the leather upholstery too much boys.

Poor Reggie, he wanted to be shotgun and hold his head out the window.I know his feelings. I made two trips to Austin in two days. I rode in the back seat.Not much view from the back seat.But I did get to say what I have wanted to say for years.ARE WE THERE YET??Later…..“HE’S ON MY SIDE!!!!!”Later……" I GOTTA PEE!!!!!"I then remembered the driver has a gun but I also have a gun and rear position.

Looks like Boris likes riding in our DPS Challenger show car……700 horsepower six speed, supercharged hemi.Also on your bunnies with guns…..looks like my assault team I work with.This way we don’t scare the kids when we raid the drug house……we are friendly after all.

Please give me chance to catch my breath before you post more pictures. Too, too, too funny! I can’t even pick a favorite. Thanks for lots and lots of laughs.

Always remember……

This was quite a sight this A.M. Here is a recent pic of my dogs waiting for me to take them to the dog park:

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Has your woman at the computer been on the gin?

Psycho Sam prefers to ride alone…

Cuddles would always sit on the steering wheel if I had to leave her in the car (not very often, because temperature had to be just right). It was usually when I took a pile of boxes to the UPS store, or such because she preferred to stay outdoors there.

Scooter called shotgun.

Don’t see the mini fridge…

Let me be perfectly clear, which seems to imply the truest of the true; but not always. Roger is going on a drive; Reggie and Scooter are going on a ride. And Scooter is over the top. Past the cows and horses in the meadows and on the range, the sun dancing his shadows on the hood as the window of trees go hurling past. In to the great divide and out again on the other side. Past the barns and the willow springs, the birds boxes on wooden posts, the blackbirds guarding their territory at the reed marsh and maybe, just maybe a stop at KFC and Scooter can have his own box, very own box with a biscuit, oh let me say that again, his very own biscuit. Life is good.

I don’t like this kind of drama.

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Good morning Balladeers and Tigressy!