Foggy Day

The last two mornings we woke up to fog. Now that is normal for a lot of places, but it just isn't common here in Key West. Dog Dad remembers seeing lots of fog when he lived in Grand Forks, North Dakota; Lompoc, California or even Cleveland, Ohio. Heck, Ludo probably sees it every day. It was kind of neat to walk in the fog, though we weren't to thrilled with the wet paws.

Foggy day - What is out there?

Talking about paws, Essex stepped in some black gunk Thursday. Dad washed it off when we got home, but the left front paw looked irritated. Essex of course licked the paw some more. Dad started felt like he was getting sick. He spent a lot of time in bed the last two days, except to take us out to the dog park. Since the paw looks irritated, Dad told Essex that she is restricted from going to Angel Paws until she that paw gets better. He might even put a sock over the paw if she doesn't leave it alone.

More paw woes for Essex

I wonder if she will whoop up on me, if Dad takes me to the park and not her? I could take over fence patrol for the day. Do you think it would be worth the chance? Is Dad unfair it not letting her go to the park?

Dog Speed,

Deacon