And yet, Latte does kind of resemble a peach mocha...

but then, as I learned so long ago, wives always know better than husbands, so why fight it? Latte it is! And what a grand and beautiful sight Latte was to wake up to on a surprisingly warm Alaska spring morning.

If Latte were to hang out with me, the two of us would drive all over this valley, eating salmon and drinking lemon mochas while whistling at the squirrels that scamper across the road to leap up onto the backs of startled moose, where they swear at bears and wolves.

I would laugh, and mocha would twitch his tail appreciatively while tilting his ears attentatively.

That is the kind of life Latte and I would lead, if only we could.


A brief life history of Thunder Paws: http://homepage.mac.com/jimslim/PhotoAlbum3.html