A door is what a dog is perpetually on the wrong side of.
Ogden Nash
Sunday morning I
was woken up my a whiny dog got up early. The weather that morning wasn't as hot as it has been this week so I sat out on the back porch while Winnie sniffed around on her "tether."
The sun was rising and casting a beautiful light. Filtering through the big oaks and maples it hit just right to send streams of light onto the yard.
Doesn't Winnie look all sweet and woodland-creature-like out there?

I enjoyed my coffee, laptop and cool breeze on the back porch.

Within minutes, Winnie was inside because she wouldn't stop the gosh darn digging in the woodland paradise. Ruined my perfectly good, picture perfect dog-owner moment.
Aw, ma - no fair!
1 comment:
Great pics Randall!
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