My sunshine

Sitting here in my favorite spot on a cold Monday night, not really watching Jeopardy, although my husband is. George is having his dinner in the other room; I know this because I can hear his tag clanging on the bowl. Soon he’ll be in here, rolling around on his back, which I’ve discovered is actually his way of wiping his face after the meal. It just looks like he’s rolling on his back.

I opened the photos on the camera disk today to find these two lovely shots, taken  by my husband yesterday morning while I slept through a beautiful pink sunrise.

My sunshine doesn't come from the skies,
It comes from the love in my dog's eyes.

Unknown Poet

People write and tell me how much they love coming here, to this little blog of mine. But so many of them admit that although they love the landscapes and nature photography, it’s George they really love.

And I’m absolutely fine with that. In fact, I love it. Because it’s George that I really love, as well.

Thorns may hurt you, men desert you, sunlight turn to fog;
but you're never friendless ever, if you have a dog.

Douglas Malloc

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Thanks for stopping by today ~

PS ~ I love this post, from Sprindrift, Maine. Give it a look, if you have an extra moment. She's new to the blogging world.