Anyway, this was the annual trip to Seaside. Hence, the annual "putting socks on Lewis, Clark, or the Big Dog, and confuse the natives". Or something like that.
The socks just don't look big enough for these feet!
Have to have them remove mocs first...
|This dog (in back of Lewis & Clark), always looks|
very depressed to me. I keep thinking if he were
a real dog, he'd probably drool on the socks,
then fall asleep.
|And this was my very first NON-person|
investigation, this li'l guy sniffed my new knitted socks,
(a LOT) and then me, and kept looking at me putting
the socks hither and yon. His person, on the
other hand, was "meh" about the whole deal...