I remembered that Traci took some pictures as she was driving down the road. I looked around carefully and there were no cows, so I decided to go for it. I didn't really aim. Who needs to when you can just crop later?
I have a funny old dog story to tell from yesterday morning. Julie was dogging my feet as I was preparing to leave. I opened the door between the kitchen and the garage and Julie blasted her way out past me. Tom said "She wants to go to work with you. "
Umm no . . . I don't think so. She wasn't standing by the back of the car. She was eagerly waiting by the passenger-side door of the truck, smiling and wagging her tail. She doesn't want to go to work. She wants to go camping again!
I didn't feel like picking her up and carrying her back inside (she absolutely refused to be able to hear "come"). I went and got a string (aka leash) and lead her dejectedly back into the house.
Julie said "Who the heck made you in charge of our schedule, anyway."
We'll take her camping again soon.
