The Crom Gallery

Whose woods these are,
I think you know.

Stopping here?
Sure, if you like.

This bush is lovely.
Dark and deep.

So're these weeds,
if you're wondering.

But I have many trails to smell.

And miles to go, as you can tell.

Hmm. That Chow's been back.

In the stretch, Pop.
Let's move it.

Then again, maybe we could take a break.

I'm not stickin' my tongue out.
That Chow needs a bath.
Bad.

Even without the sun, walkin' is hard work. Just gimme a minute, Ok?

What, you can't lick your own nose?

Changed my mind.
Let's go check out the lake.
Come on! No time like now!

You know, if a kid can never have too many Legos, then....

Bone-counting. Hard work? Yup.
Boring? Uh-hunh.
What's your point?

My big brother brought me this great ball for Christmas. Zowee!

Sounds good, smells good, tastes good, matches the decor...

Come on! Try an' take it.

A new rubber chew ring, too? Let me think about it, Ok?

What does it profit a dog, if he gain all the bones, and lose his ball?

Leastways, that's what I think.
Merry Christmas!