“What? We’re just going to LOOK at the mountains? BORING.”
“Mommy? I is a very good boy.”
“I would very much like some of that.”
“Get in my mouth green deliciousness!”
“Why you put puppy in jail?”
Creede, Colorado’s first jail at Creede Historical Society.
Sprocket: “Hey! Hey! Hey! Mom! Look what we found!”
Petey: “Yeah! Mom! Look!”
Sprocket & Petey: “…a DEAD END!!!”
Alright Mommy. Let’s finish this. I mean business.
“Mommy, I hope you don’t mind… I stole your seat.”
Mine those bones guys, mine those bones.
Sprocket loves water as long as it doesn’t come in the form of a B-A-T-H. Since his MO is to swim then roll in the dust, he’d accumulated quite the dirt layer while we were camped on the Gravity Canal. Before we pulled out of our Yuma area camping spot I decided it was more than time that he get cleaned up. He was not pleased:
And then to add insult to “injury,” F and I decided to have a bit of fun with him: