This is what greeted me the first morning of a week-long camping trip.
After a moment of panic, I remembered that like all self-respecting caffeine addicts we brought backup.
Oh, and the dog had fun too.
Somewhere, a cat is rolling her eyes.
This one never gets old.
The little guy above is mine at 8 weeks old.
How much fun would this be? The Golden Retriever Club of Scotland holds a festival at the breed’s ancestral home. It’s hard not to look at these photos and smile. Click on the link below to see the love.