A record of those unimportant little things that are too important to be forgotten.
Monday, March 17, 2014
I slept and dreamed that life was beauty, I woke and found that life was duty.
For the PON's a day spent guarding the Rickety Old Farmhouse against wayward pilgrims. On this sunny Sunday there are lots of pilgrims so our canine duo are kept very busy. Bob stands on his hind legs by the gate trying to look ferocious . He doesn't succeed.