Never been to Dallas - well only the airport and the outskirts but just went on the DART - their super efficient transport system that took us right into the heart of the city. Us meaning - me, husband and son's dog, Winnie - full name Winston Kennedy. We wandered the city streets not sure what we were looking for because American cities are NOTHING like British cities and then we realised where we were standing - the grassy knoll, the place Winnie's namesake was gunned down. Very poignant.
We endured a day of torrential rain, a 3.4 earthquake and having to share one bathroom and our bed with the dog - actually, the latter wasn't a hardship. Winnie is such a sweetie. Doesn't snore - unlike husband.
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I love the pics. Sweet, how Win lead you right to the memorial site. Those long horned cows look like they were so terrified of a killer dog, they froze.
ha ha - so true! Gosh it was hot there! We sat outside a cafe and watched the world go by while Winnie sheltered under the table. I'd hoped Dallas would be like Denver and have a street with lots of shops - but no. Unless we didn't find it.
The pics of Winnie in Big D are adorable! His first cattle drive. How fun! Except the durn doagies wouldn't move along.
Not at all, Laurie!
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