06.11.10

evening walk:
Zasu
Miles
Alice
Lucy
Ginger
Henry
Greta
(7)

Miles, Miles, Miles... the monte echoes with our voices calling (yelling, hollering, screaming) his name whenever he hits the road. He dawdles and screws around and waits until you walk ALL THE WAY BACK to get him before sprinting off ahead of everyone and pissing you off even more. His shenanigans aside, everyone was good. Just a shorty loop down the dirty road to the dead goat intersection and around the cow pasture.
GRADE: B