dudes will be dudes

hi every bloggie!

Lookie! I was snowshoeballing again.

Last Sunday it was a pawfect winter day to hit the trails.
Cloud porn. 

Yep. I put my mittens back on. 

We hit the Charm Bracelet Trails. 

I be blazing!

I was off! I saw this dude and ran to tackle his hu-dad.

Then it was game on!

His name is Sonny.  

And he wears a remote control collar. 

Hee hee I came when called but lookie at the remote control boy.

Way back by the tree.

He's eating poop .

So his hu-dad brought out the walkie talkie thing.

It went Bee boop bah.

Here come's Sonny. With his stinky poopers breath.

You probably can smell it. 

Off we go. 

Sonny's hu-dad said the coyotes were active last night 

and he saw a killed deer and possum on the trail. 

He told momma she should carry pepper spray on her but it 

was a Sunday afternoon w/lots of peeps out.  We weren't too worried.
I'm a crackah dude. I got this.

Then I ran into this dude.  

I forgot his name.. something like Marka. 

I think he looks old but he's only one.  

Here lookie.

 Momma says I'm a jerk boy sometimes w/other dudes.

I just like to play ruff.  Crackah funballs. 

What's the biggie deal?

See. I think he likes it anyways. 

The chase is on. 

eeerrrrttt.. we put on the brakes.

What? You have sweet potato sticks?

Nom nom nom. 

I ate his treats and said goodbye to that dude.

Off to finish up trail blazing.

Are we really done? 

Come on! Let's go further!!!
That's what dudes do. Come on. 

Until next weekend.. Oh that's right. The snow melted already.

Sigh. That's all.  Tah tah