Not a peep. She loves riding on planes.
Can you find Otterpop?
No way. Way.
Rusted hull, low tide.
The old crane.
No surf.
Locked up.
Vintage Malibu tile. We wish.
Free Coors lite, gonna rain.
The Bay, from the bottom, from the top.
Run aground.
Did you ever dream that you were a dog agility super champ except then it switched and you were at some germy, grungy, derelict seaside park in the dark and the carnies were actually drug addled zombies that were shambling after you with hammers and their big teeth? And then as you're trying to escape your way out from under their oily, horrible claws by clambering up a rat infested palm tree, you're all, this is about dog agility like, how?
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It is fun to travel with just one dog.
Traveling with Otterpop is like having a best buddy who can get shoved in a purse if need be, but who is still game to climb down a cliff to go visit a shipwreck. Or whatever it is that I want to do. Because she has no agenda other than mine. And likes all the same foods I do. Except for salads. So I bring her a baggie of dogfood for when I'm going to eat salad.
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