Sunday, October 19, 2014

On The Way Home

All the way back to Illinois, Rigger just lay in the back of the van.  He didn't want to stand up and stick his head out of the window.

Occasionally, he would lift his head up and poke it up between the girls to let us know he was okay.

Ringo, on the other hand, perched like a mountain goat between the girls.  

Nothing like a dog butt in your face to make a trip more entertaining.

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