Dad recently went to a place called See Attle to see his brother. No, his brother’s name is not “Attle”; it is Russ. So I guess you could say he went to See Attle to See Russ. 🙂 I am such a clever puppy.
Lance is a little older than I am. I think that he is 63 now … in dog-years, that is. That makes him … hmm, hey, he is just as old in dog years as dad is in gentle human years! How ironic is that?
I have never met Lance. I have seen pictures of him, and Lance once did send me a rubber chicken when I was a little pup. You can read about it by following this link: http://wp.me/p262M4-2v . But we have never met snout-to-snout. I would love to someday. But that would require a car ride … a very looooong car ride. It would get kind of boring just sitting — and lying — in the back of that car all the way to See Attle.
It would be a lot better if dad let me drive part of the way.
There is another reason for going to visit Lance. I hear that dad’s brother is a very good cook. I hear that one of the things Uncle Russ likes to cook the most is salmon. I know that this clever pup LOVES salmon!
Mmmmm. Just look at these lovely fillets on the grill. Don’t they look delicious? I can imagine what it must be like to smell them, to savor them, to gobble them!
Yup, Lance is very lucky to live in a place where he can have salmon every day! I wish I could. Even once a week would make me happy.
But watch out for the bones …