Perhaps a "Where's Al?" app should begin, similar to "Where's Waldo?" I get phone calls, "Where are you?" Not being able to resist I answer, "Here?" "Where is that?!" "Here, where I am." You get the drift...
Enough of that! Kaia and I are in The Little House, arriving this morning. The best route out of the city for me is Highway 62. It's a four lane artery that is often congested. Leaving at 6:00 am this morning, traffic was moving at posted speeds, or higher with no congestion.
Kaia met her vet appointment in Brookings, and much to her chagrin, got her annual shots. Weighing in at 49lbs, ten years old, she's healthy and hasn't slowed down much. Now she'll live the good life of running the fields, after the confinement of an OFH apartment. But, first she'll get a grooming in the morning. With her long hair she'd quickly overheat and be a burr magnet. The groomer is exceptionally quick doing a complete field cut in twenty minutes!
Takk for alt,
Al
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