|Franklin has mad walking skillz|
Very, very early the very next morning, Annie walked Franklin on a lonely, deserted road and met Emma. Emma is 14, had missed her bus, and was walking several miles to school. Franklin recognized her! Then he got sheepish; he had been made.
"Is this your dog? He looks just like Whitey!" Emma spilled Whitey's entire story. He has an owner nearby, but he casts a wide net in search of companionship and kibble. At least two people (that we know of) feed him when he shows up. Why was he so thin when he got here? I don't know.
He fears a leash because he only wears one when he's being loaded into the car (he hates that).
The Desert Isn't Deserted
Other Dogs Make Us Feel Better
|Polly when she's not Wheeling It|
Polly and Nina came to comfort us. Franklin was hanging out at one of his other houses.
|Stumpy and Cyndi|
Cyndi told me that, while you're staying for free in the parking lot, you can use the casino pool and spa. WHAT. Could I drive the Tracker over there, park in the lot, and do the same thing? Could I ride my bike? Could I just be passing by?
|Windows to the soul|
|Al Gore. Gore Vidal. Leslie Gore. Stop me if you've heard these.|