This Thanksgiving . . .
Filed under: Memories, Paw Prints
Filed under: Memories, Paw Prints
Filed under: Paw Prints
Filed under: Paw Prints
Almost every Sunday morning, I think about my friends at First Baptist Atlanta. I remember how they would comment about the photos on Cocoa’s blog. Reba especially likes to see ones of the dogs. So, it was only natural to think of her when I took this photograph yesterday morning. Cocoa’s looking out the windows in the sunroom scanning the land behind the house for stray cats, visiting deer, or whatever else is outside these days.
Filed under: Hiking Through Northeast Georgia, Paw Prints
Until yesterday, I did not realize just how much into fall we really are. Does that make sense? Can time really slip away that quickly? I absolutely love living where I do because I can hop in the car and drive a few miles north and end up standing beside a beautiful mountain stream like the one in this photo.
Dogs so much apart of the venture these days. Mary Erna brought her pack and Chip, looking very fore longed, tried to ignored all of us.
And only Evan could get Cocoa to hang out long enough to have her photo taken. She was so worried about where everyone was. Had the others in our group left her? Was she missing something good? Was she in the back of the pack? If so, she certainly needed to catch up!
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The sunroom at the retreat is a wonderful place for the dogs to look outside and watch for deer and stray cats. Of course, every cat (it seems) is a stray in the mountains. People just don’t keep their cats inside like they do in the city. This fact torments Cocoa and Chip because we have a cat highway running through our backyard. Cats coming and going all day long.