Departure

As much as they love camping, the dogs are always the first in the truck when it's time to go home.

Jenny, Jasmine and Cindy, ready to go

Okay, that's a ferret, not a dog. Not sure how she feels about camping.

Last look at the lake

Boat house cleaned and organized by David

Fare-the-well from boys and dogs

Obligatory crashing nap on the way home

Garden Haiku

My garden trampled
By hundred pound dumb-ass dog
Children, close the gate!

Okay, I'm not sure this qualifies in terms of the "spirit" of haiku, but at least the sylable count is right.

Once I've finished schlepping the ump-teenth load of dirt and/or mulch, I'll post a couple of pictures of what I've been spending to much of my time and energy on (since, obviously, I've not been blogging!). I hope I mange to actually grow something edible ;)

A Boy and His Dog

I'm A Good Puppy....Really

"I'm not laying on the couch, really,

'cause half my feet are still on the floor."

"But, I'm really, really, happy."