My Saturday morning with George

On Saturday morning, I wanted to sleep in. And by sleeping in, I mean until 8 or even 8:30. But a certain dog who, will remain unnamed, kept coming into my bedroom to see whether or not I was awake. And finally, that certain dog jumped on my bed and nudged me until I yelled at him to "get down, George!" Oh, there I went and named him.

It wouldn't have been so bad if I hadn't been so tired. And if his paws weren't muddy. My husband had taken him out for a little walk before he left for work and George always manages to get his paws wet. Luckily, Saturday is the day I wash the sheets, so right into the washer they went. Naughty dog.

It was chilly and wonderful when I got up. The sky was blue and George couldn't wait until I got dressed and took him for a walk, but coffee was needed. And checking e-mail, and writing to my sisters. While I finished my coffee, George brought me every toy from his toybox and laid it on the couch next to me. I was getting a hint that maybe someone needed to go for a walk REALLY BADLY.

So I stopped writing and quickly got dressed, grabbed the camera, and off we went. George raced on ahead of me and we took the usual route, under a canopy of trees that covers a road that traverses much of the edge of the property. Here is a picture of that road, below.

I was thinking of going all the way around when I heard the geese on the pond and saw the sun glinting on the water. We cut across the meadow and headed for the pond on the other side, through the woods.

I posted this same picture on my Picture A Day blog, so some of you may have already seen it. It's a small pond, not nearly as large as the one where we used to live, but it's beautiful here. There's a small island that you can see in the second photo, with a little house that I suppose is for the geese. Even the geese here have it good, don't they?

The final photo is heading back home down the main farm road. The barn is off to the right and the roof of our house is on the left. And wouldn't you know, when we got home, and I sat down with a second cup of coffee and proceeded to go online, that pup started bringing me every toy in his box. Again. Luckily, my husband came home for some coffee and to drop off some stones for me to finish the rock patio and he offered George a ride in the gator. And then they headed off together, dog and husband, riding side by side. I thought it was a funny sight and it happened so quickly that I couldn't run and get the camera.

Oh, pardon me, but I hope you didn't come here for the excitement, because this is about as exciting as it gets. Unless I'm meeting up with wild turkeys and roosters at the local garden store. Or driving to the licorice store. Or talking to bugs. Oh God, I'm pathetic!