“What’s it look like out there?”
“Sunny but cool.”
“See any deer?”
“No, they have all moved off to another place.”
They’ll be back. Then the bark-a -thon can begin.
“I’m saving my barks for the FedEx guy.”
“You might have something there. He and the Amazon drivers are due any time.”
“That’s what I was thinking. You know who we haven’t seen for a while?”
“The UPS guy. He hasn’t been around for a few days.”
“I wonder if he is okay? Maybe we did bark him to St Louis.”
Oh, I don’t think so. He has to be stronger than that.”
“You see what’s coming?”
“Oh my gosh. It’s the US postal service driver.”
“I’ve got to get a good spot by the door. This is going to be good.”
“I don’t think she is coming to the door. Looks like a normal mailbox delivery.”
“Well, I’m not taking any chances.”
“Tempeste, come back. She has already passed.”
“I can almost smell the Amazon truck. I’m staying here by the door.”
“You might have a long wait.”
“Yeah, but it will be worth it.
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Hahahaha! cute post! Brilliantly original idea! No prompts needed. I like that!♥
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A Thursday Personal on a Wednesday? Well . . . that’s like Spaghetti Tuesday on a Wednesday! And Imma take it!
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Love Tempeste’s dedication to keeping you safe.
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Hello, John, I love that you have a seat by the window for your girls so they can keep guard. 🩷 Much love to you, Mrs H, Twiggy and Tempeste. Xxx 🩷
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I love it when a plan comes together, eh?
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Incredible photos, John. Tempeste looks like a statue against the backdrop of the outdoors.
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