Foggy Start

Hello, everyone!  It's me, Cammie!  Yesterday morning when we started out on our walk, it looked like this:

"I think we're socked in!"
"Can you see that?!?"

Fog! Creeping in on little kit-cat feet. Or however that poem goes.

We could just see the rising sun over the top of the first big hill:

"I might have to start howling soon!"
"Me, too!  Would that be too cliché?"

Maggie and I walked shoulder to shoulder like perfect angels, so Mom focused in on us; here's how that came out:

"Did you get the shot?"
"Gotta be quick, Mom!  C'mon, Cam!"

We can only do that for a limited period of time without horsing around.  Mom missed it.

The top of the hill wasn't that foggy, but near the bottom, we hit it again:

"Mags!  I think I see a werewolf up there!"
"Ha-rooooo!  Werewolves of London!"

We were just having some fun - no werewolves. We did enjoy our walk, though - and the fog made it even better! Thanks for coming with us. Ha-woooooooo!

Cammie!