Sunday, February 14, 2010

Franklin is Sleepless in Seattle Part II

Any good ole sheepdog knows it's the proper thing to do to bring sumthin' nice along when you're visitin.'

John and Erin went to some fancy-dancy seafood joint for dinner. The sign said no dogs allowed, so they promised me and the sheep some leftovers.

What in tarnation is this stuff. They just keep starring at us!

We talked John and Erin into taking us out for ice cream instead.

Then it was Superbowl Sunday. Jesse fixed us up with some nice submarine sandwiches.

Then we watched the game. What was that ref looking at?

The fixins sure were good though.

And we made s'mores in Erin's fireplace. Made me homesick for the campfires on the trail.


Justin said...

Hmm, what were you all doing to Jesse. The poor sheep seems to be double fisting. At least I hope no one else there was drinking. They don't seem legal to me.

Raquel said...

They had a very good time there :))

John said...

I could have sworn those beers were full before we started taking photos.

Erin said...

I can't point any unapproving fingers. I was too busy triple fisting behind the camera.

Justin said...

Dare I ask where that third fist is emmanating from?

Erin said...

It was just 2 hands. I just was drinking 3 drinks all at once.

Kelsie Fu said...

so, the middle one should be a dog, right?

Erin said...

Yes, Franklin is a dog. He is supposted to be a sheep herder. But not sure he herds any of our sheep.