I thought we were going to have to hang out with the three d-o-g-s but we did something called "flying" to a place called DFW and then Smelly Man got on the wrong train and we almost missed the next bird to Mobile, Alabama. There are lots of fishy smells here and if memory serves March has an R in it so we can get an oyster po' boy.
We are back at what SM calls "work" but it mostly seems to be a lot of talking to me. There are plenty of shorebirds and ducks around here to chase so why we sit in a room with a bunch of two legs all day is beyond my comprehension. At least ACS is not here!
Tomorrow we go to the facility for obviation or something like that. I hope Miss Janet or Miss Tiare or Mr. Jim are there. They are fun, unlike SM.
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