pot of gold?

Friday afternoon, 330pm pst Smokey Joe  and I are out for an evening walk.  Passing through the gate and into the park warming sun shine basks us both  promising a long, pleasant walk  however, a quick glance westward revealed dark clouds trailing to the ground which means only one thing, rain!  Great wouldn’t you know it after being indoors all afternoon the one time…… Continue reading pot of gold?