Whimsical Wednesday: get ready for a slobbery kiss

Butch is headed right toward us and there is no avoiding his drooling chops and enormous pink tongue that leave our hands and forearms slimed. . .he seems to be the unofficial park greeter. . .

 

And, no, Butch is not our dog. . . though we have had many. . . but to be honest, Butch acted like he was everyone's dog -- one of the friendliest we have ever met!

Done