Cloudy days can be creepy here.
You never know what you might step on when you’re creeping along in a wash.
Hey, wait a minute!
Person, you put up the wrong picture.
I don’t get creeped out in my wash. I like stepping in puddles.
Put that other picture up.
The light goes away on cloudy days.
Or it’s up way too high to reach.
This isn’t right either.
I can find my way by smelling things.
I don’t care if there’s not much light.
You’ve still got the wrong picture, person.
That’s better. That’s what I’m looking for.
Or is it?
That looks like you got some black dots on your lens.
I think you need to clean your camera, person.
I think you cleaned your camera the wrong way. Now those black dots are bigger.
Oh yeah, that’s what I was talking about.
On cloudy days the ravens fly low over that rock on my trails.
They always look like they’re up to no good.
At least they don’t come down and dive bomb me but they sure flock together on days like this.
I tried to talk to those ravens and find out what they were doing up there.
I even threatened to get my Detective Dog hat and investigate.
But nothing seemed to work.
I don’t think those ravens understood what I was saying to them, because they kept repeating the same word over and over again.
I asked them if they were going to come back every cloudy day and all they said was…