2004-10-09 - 3:45 p.m.
I'm thinking there are few things better than driving down a curvy rural highway, the dirty-burnished coppers and crimsons of leaves trying to glow through the rain and fog of an autumn evening, listening to good music and sharing french fries with my dog.
Who never gets salt or ketchup on the back seat's upholstery, ever.
It was a long week.
Wolfdog, meet Pigbeast.
