Petey up at Lake Erie.
We took him on a hike of a little used park that sits 40 feet above the shallowest of the Great Lakes.
He had a ball.
We walked to the shore.
He was smart enough to drink something from a puddle, as he won't take water from us in his travel bowl, and it was warm out.
Chauffeured Beagle in a Benz.
Life is tough for one Mr. Pete.
BooBoo behind glass.
When Petey and I visited new(ish) neighbors Scott & Mark (yes, new set of gaybors), BooBoo was left inside. Poor little guy.
Song by: the Decemberists
Our boxer, Betty, sits in the back like that and we call it "Driving Miss Betty".
we all love pete.
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