Went to the cabin over the Memorial Day holiday. The Texan’s grandfather bought a cabin in the Pikes Peak area in the late 1940’s (?) and our family has been lucky enough to spend many summers up there.
Don your hiking boots, grab a fishin’ pole and fall in line for our hike. I’d love to show you the sights. The Texan found his favorite fishin’ hole.
The Sprout on a rock fishin’ with the ever-present, helpful fishin’ dogs.
Hey, you gotta bite GP? Sophie is lookin’ interested!
Sic ’em Sophie!
Run Reba, run! Is that Roxy-Doxy in the background? Whatcha sniffin’ Roxy? Is that a dead, smelly fish??!
No Doxy, no! Oh….&@#+*%$*^%!! You rolled in the smelly, dead thing! Lovely.
Hope you’re proud of yourself, wiener-dog. I see a bath in your future.
Doxy, Reba!!….don’t bother the Texan….can’t you see he’s trying to rest?
Shhhhh….Soph! Don’t kiss the Texan…he’s resting. You fishin’ dogs are out of control!
Does the Texan look like a log to you? Is this any way to have a peaceful mountain nap?
Can dogs smile? You be the judge…..