Bittersweet. If I’m being honest, this is may be the last time I see Dylan live.
Smores.
After lunch walk.
It’s your birthday. Make a wish.
That’s how we found her after a wheel came off and the cart flipped. (Mostly laughing.)
One of my final, early morning runs for the year. 31 degrees and I could barely see twenty yards in front of me once I got into the woods. Just amazing.
Almost showtime.
Sage advice.
“We’re going on a walk whether you like it or not.”
Meanwhile, twenty minutes later, they’re both laughing and sprinting through the park.