Traffic Jam.
My baby daughter is an RN and she works as an evaluator of needs. It’s a pretty complicated job and it takes her all over northwest Arkansas. She will often call me if she is stopped for road delay. She sent me this today with the label—traffic jam. I thought at first she saw it on the internet and shared it, but, no, she was heading down this road less taken for an interview with a client. I’m not sure if it’s a pig or dog in front of the mule. What do you think? Nothing surprises Erin anymore on her travels.
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It looks like a dog to me. But who knows for sure.
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