hello nice reederz its dennis the vizsla dog hay gess wot??? i hav ben nominayted for awsum blog of the month in the bone zone at dogs with blogs!!! they ar tayking votes now so if yoo want to go and vote for me that wood be nice!!! now yoo hav to be a member of the bone zone to vote and intrestingly enuf i am not a member of the bone zone so i cant vote for myself or for the other nominee hoo happins to be my gud frend brutus the frenchie but if yoo ar in the bone zone and yoo want to vote for me feel free or yoo can vote for my frend brutus hoo is also an awsum littel fellow i wont mind!!! thanks ok bye
After interminable hours of driving through the featureless desert, we have arrived in what’s left of California, where, right on the border, we find exactly what Logan said we would: The last Target of the 23rd century. But if Target is some sort of fabled promised land here in the realm of Wally World, why is it completely deserted? I have a bad feeling about this, and am beginning to wish I had simply gone back to the Doghouse of Justice instead of agreeing to help Logan escape from the Mark-Downers. But, as they say, in for a bit, in for a kibble.
Finding the Target parking lot empty, Logan does what any good shopper would do, and parks as close to the entrance as possible. The door to Target yawns open. An invitation? Or a hungry mouth waiting to devour us? We are about to learn which.