From the looks of her, she can’t be dancing much. She must be a lot of fun, though.
It is 56, breezy and clear-everything smells of soil, leaves, and growing things after last night’s rain. Husky girl was so happy she chased a squirrel up a tree, and sat under it on a mission to wait the thing out till I called her back inside.
I’m going back to the woods-I can hear music blasting from my neighbor’s workshop over the hill.
I’m going to sneak up on him-I do that every couple of weekends, and he freaks out every time-I’ll take their Mastiff for a nice hike in the woods and a bite of my lunch-as long as I have that hound of the Baskervilles with me, I don’t hesitate to explore some mysterious, deserted places I’ve heard stories about. ...