Captain Carrie at the helm.
Carrie's fishing score: Carrie 4, Dad 0!
Beached the boat in some shade for a snack. Bloody hot that day!
With a 315 mile shoreline, covering nearly 110,000 acres (173 square miles), Lake Marion is a whopping huge beautiful body of water!
Our dog, Sam, got a phone call the other day from his Uncle Ken. (Ken is my brother-in-law, who met Sam when he was here for a visit last month.) Ken had seen my previous post and pictures of one of Sam’s destructive days, and so he called to give Sam a pep talk about being better behaved.
What Ken said. “Sam, I’m very disappointed in you. I see the destruction you made. That’s very bad, Sam. You better straighten out or you’ll have to come live with me. Sam, you be good.”
What Sam heard. “Blah, blah, blah, Sam. Blah, blah, blah, Sam. Blah-de-blah-de-da, Sam. Sam, blah, blah.”
Sam gets Ken's message off the answering machine. "Woof, woof, Ken. Woof, woof, woof."
One of my dog lover friends out here in cyberspace needs to take a minute to remind me just how much I love my dog!
I walked into the house on Wednesday after a long day at work, arms full of groceries to find this:
Arrgh! Bad dog, Sam!
Bad, bad, bad, Sam.
Not the dining room chairs, too, Sam!
Sam looks awfully sorry. Here he is laying on the afghan that Brian's mother made, ruined on another day.
