Thursday, October 28, 2010

Hound in the hoosegow

This dog looked after Bibi and me so forlornly as we passed by him, all locked up in the 'hoosegow.' If you're not familiar with this word, which my grandfather loved to use, check out its meaning right here.

Note: He was in there with some workers, who were painting the interior of what will probably be a small shop.

IT'S DRY

Hot and dry. Leaves on the ground crunch when you walk through them and it seems the green ones are hanging on for dear life.