Brickblog

We’ve been packing. When we aren’t packing, we’re signing paper work and sending it around the globe, I swear. When we’re not doing those two things, we’ve snuck away for an hour here or there to do something fun. This weekend we took Loki to Kingman Farm to let him run. He’d been watching us pack from the safety of his crate for the most of the day and clearly could use some normalcy, as could we.

All it takes is “want to go to the farm?” and he’s sitting anxiously at the front door waiting for us. When we got there I parked beside a vehicle that had this in painted inside it. I laughed a bit, and obviously took a photo. While Amanda said she thought it was kind of cool.

When we started our walk we came across what most likely was the owner and his or her significant other. I’m guessing it was the girls, but I don’t want to stereotype too badly. They were dressed as you might expect, and well, sitting on the grass like you might expect, and who knows what they had been doing as you might expect people to be doing that looked of this manner. Loki, obviously excited to see someone made it clear that he wanted to go say hi, as did the two people. That’s when the oddest thing happened. As he got close, well, sniffing distance, his hair went up in that dog mohawk way and he started barking at them, clearly no longer wanting anything to do with them.

We obviously moved along quickly after that. It’s just another odd instance though where he clearly has a good sense of smell. He’ll dig out a mouse 2 feet in the ground, he would not stop sniffing at our mouths when we each had our last bout of strepp, and now, clearly is anti hippy, or anti hippy practices. Meanwhile, a mouse runs up the inside of the wall and he gets all bat-shit crazy scared and barking in the middle of the night.

Who is this dog?