Camels

My Lab, Girlfriend, has only one mortal enemy in the world.  Someone she would bristle-up and snarl at and issue a sharp bark.

Harley the Camel.

Harley the camel used to be a regular attendee of parades and festivals on the peninsula and whenever The Frau and I attended these events, along with Girlfriend, there was always the bristling and stalking and growling.

I chalked it-up to the fact the camels stink.  They really do.

In any event, Harley the Camel passed-way recently so Girlfriend can rest easy about the stink of a camel at any public event that she is in attendance.

But wait.

I was bicycling and smelled and familiar funky smell.

Camel.

A corral with a bunch of double-humped camels.  Dromedaries.

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Oh boy....