Smith the dog (I know, but Lil' Gal said he was a dog, so just go with it.) saw an Xmas tree up on a balcony and was afraid it wanted to jump into the street. (Holiday depression is a real issue, people.) He barked, “Woof! Woof! Woof!” (Translation: "Don't jump!") It must have worked – the tree stayed right where it was. Good work, Smith!
These funny little cars are used to give people parking tickets. Do you think they are legally parked here? Smith is on the case. But he can’t write a ticket. He doesn’t have a ticket pad. Or a pen. Or hands. Woof.
Smith and I had dinner with Rosemary. As we walked around the Mission, we found a swing hanging from a tree. Smith couldn't resist. Whee!!
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