Walkie talkie

Windblown walkie talkie

Growing up in small town South Dakota we had walkie talkie's, green and white boxes, a black button to hold when talked into and released to hear. They were fun. Over.  Do you remember them? The walkie talkie that lives here, seems to be the talkie to the neighbor dogs asking if they'll walkie over.

He doesn't have the familiar scratchy noise, no testing, test, test. It's his story until the door opens and he looks like this.

Yep, that's our boy. There's a smile in there. On that happy note. Wishing you a Spring like week.
Take care friends.