The Mule took its first damage this week as you can see. I know that you all are worried about the Mule and we don't write enough about it. Well, this week the Mule had a bar room fight with a Mack Truck, no less. You should see the Mack. Actually, the Mule was hit in a parking lot. That is such a lame story. We are sorry about that. A front bumper is only stuff, and in the end, stuff will only be inherited, and they probably don't deserve it anyway. If our parents are reading this.... Just kidding.
Meg, Goose and I went to the Island of Bainbridge and took the ferry across the Puget Sound to Seattle on an overcast day. It was so sweet no matter the weather. "White Lightening" is our new ride for home PT. We are renting it, so don't tell the rental Co. that our dog was in it.
Here is our first view of Seattle from the ferry. Goose didn't mind the ride. We had cheese in the car. The Space Needle. It was too cloudy, so we headed straight to Pike Place Market where they throw the fish. It was fun.
Goose was begging for fish scraps. Smoked salmon was her favorite and she won this guy's heart over with her brown eyes.
Goose and dad playing around. I have no idea of what this is a picture of.
Goose investigates a Monkfish below, with the support of the crowd.
