Yee haw?

I have to wonder, along with how Mark keeps so clean-shaven, is who keeps the Lost Forest grounds so tidy?  Is there an army of gnomes that pops out of the woods and cuts and trims and makes sure that all the stones lining the drives are in place?  Must be.  It’s an otherwise magical place, so I would suggest that as a highly probable explanation.


And is there a happier place on the planet than Lost Forest?  Andy bears witness to the joy as he canters along-side Mark and Cherry… Dogs are a great barometer of the mood they are surrounded by…  and Andy is beaming!


I think Cherry is on a hunger strike…

I mean, just look at her…  she just gets thinner and thinner…


“At his age?”  Doc (and everyone else in the Trailverse) has been the same age for years (decades) now…  Mark and Cherry are the only ones who got the other-than-shit-end of that stick.  Rusty locked in perpetual pre-pubescence, Doc a Sept- or Octogenarian…  Andy of course is ageless…  what is he in dog years?  Who cares, really…

Yeah…. Let’s take a walk

As Mark continues to search his true feelings about JJ (Really?  We need to let this go…) Cherry is (once again) showing her patience and stamina with what must be a very challenging marriage…


What’s with Andy?  Doesn’t he want to go for walkies too?  “No,” says the Big Dog…  “The porch is just fine…”

Cherry, “Doc” is “Dad” to you… or have you forgotten?

Of course Mark couldn’t just let this one go…

Yup, we all know…


You don’t mess with old Rex


…and there is always “the telling” after a trip away from the homestead.


But I wonder if there has been time for laundry?  Or a change of clothing?  Or does Mark have 12 pink chamois cloth shirts in his closet?  Someday, just some day, I would appreciate seeing Mark in a different color combo… And Cherry, oh Cherry…  that profile you are striking reminds me of those oh so classy (classic?) mud-flaps one sees on a semi-truck, or a duely pickup with a scrotal sack hanging from the trailer hitch