I expect Red would like Martin to GET lost!
Yeah. More likely a cat. Just try telepathy with them and good luck.
I’m surprised Red didn’t call it a nightmare.
Chipper could play a department store Santa.
About as cold an introduction as one could expect from their mother. Brrrrr!
Either Mom is unusually tall or Red extremely short. A 10-year-old’s head should surely reach well past his mother’s waistline.
In Orlando back in the ’50’s, our exchange was GArden. When we moved to Gainesville in 1961, it was FRanklin but soon changed to all numerals.
Of course in this case, I’m not sure Red would want to wear Martin’s hand-me-downs. (Would they even be safe to wear?)
Our dogs protect us in so many ways. Long live the Canine Nation!
He’s still running with the sandwich. Its location has just been moved from the bag to Rover’s stomach.