Honest to goodness, I don't know what I'd do if all of a sudden I woke up one day and my dawgs were all gone like in Left Behind. I didn't really worry too much when the kittens went to "live in the dairy barn" drinking milk all day because there was wayyyyyyyy too many of 'em. Never pick up a stray in the parking lot unless you've got cash for a spay in hand. Some vet somewhere is counting on you to pay his child support.

Me and the canines enjoyed the cooler temps this afternoon and walked the yard and such. Faith had turned into an old maid until Sammy D showed up and taught her how to play again. BG's BF trained her well as a pup, but he's been absent and I've ignored her whils't out searching for SugarDaddy. Sam is all puppy....wagging his tail non-stop and looking for a game of tugs or chase. Butterbean has a nervous condition that tends to make her stick to herself and do her own thing. She don't play.

They all like to ride in the Camry with the windows down, so we did just that as the sun was setting over Pecan Lane. We drove over to the golf course and waved at all those folks over there doin' bogies and eagles. If I'm not mistaken, there was a girl team kickin' somebody's ass all the way from the back 9 to the clubhouse and doin' high fives. Could be wrong, but it sure makes a good story.