OK. So, y’all saw what a good time We had in the mountains from yesterday’s post. Remember I’ve told you that She’s not the sharpest knife in the drawer at Our house – or anywhere else for that matter (who else would forget to do a Howl-o-Weenie post on Halloween even though She says, “Stuart, this is YOUR blog, not MINE so YOU forgot to do a Howl-o-Weenie post my little furry friend.”).
Anyway, We took Flat George with Us and this is the best shot She could come up with?? With me about to go to snoozeland? Heck, you don’t even know where we are! This could be anywhere except the Blue Ridge Mountains!! Who would know???
Or, how about this shot. This one is a real keeper. NOT.
This one is only a tad better. And you can barely read “Peaks of Otter” in the welcome mat. (Where they don’t welcome pets.)
Or this one. Geesh. Give me the camera next time.
Listen, We live in a pretty picturesque area, so I told Her, “Hey, when We get back home, just put George in the car and let’s get some pictures of him where We live. Do you think you could manage that my little peep friend?” She shrugged, “Yes, that’s actually a good idea Stuart.”
OK, so We didn’t take Flat George up the mountains with Us, but We did have fun.
This little lake is called Abbott Lake. It’s stocked with fish. People fish in there. Wish I had a fishing pole. Aside from the thing getting all tangled up in my paws, I think it would be fun.
OK. There you have it. Not many pictures from hours of walking, but you get the gist. And even though We didn’t take very good pictures of Flat George, We promise to get some GOOD ones sometime.
What You Learned Today:
- A little trip is a good thing to take every now and again.
- Good pictures are nice things to take, too.
- OH….it rained here last night so Howl-o-Weenie wasn’t too great. But I did well. Didn’t get all under foot. Actually, I got bored after a while. She wore my devil head thingey and He wore my spider thingey when the goblins came to Our door. Good grief.