I took George out for a walk after work today. I love it that he’s so so happy to see me when I get home. He knows the routine, as I get changed for a walk. In fact, if you say you’re going to get changed for a walk, he’ll race upstairs and lie down in his customary spot to wait.
Let’s try it now. “George, I’m going to get changed for a walk.”
He’s looking at me. I think he knows I’ve already done that today.
I put the laptop down and say it again.
He’s still looking at me. He doesn’t believe me. And . . . and . . . he’s lying back down now.
Well, that didn’t work.
So there I was walking on a chilly first day of spring. I’d already taken a few macro shots and had put the camera back in the house. The sun broke through the clouds ahead of me and suddenly it felt warmer. As I walked, I glanced back towards the house and stopped. I couldn’t get over how beautiful the sky behind it looked. Ominous, yet beautiful. So I hiked back to the house to get the camera, wondering why I’d put it back in the house in the first place.
I love how the sky looks against the house, don’t you? There’s our stick pile from the winter, under the hickory tree there. Every time we’d get wind and wicked weather, limbs would come down all over and property and we’d collect the ones from this side of the property here. We’ve got to move them soon, out to the pile by the barn.
I like the first picture better.
On another note, thanks for your border collie links in the previous post. And sorry, Amy, but your Aussie puppy looks so much like a border collie! Folks, visit the link if puppies make you smile.
Have a great weekend, all . . .