Look at him, that little – I mean BIG chubber over there, just laying on the floor. What a rough life. We’ve always been “dog people” until a few years ago when Rocky decided we 
belonged to him. We heard meowing outside and pawing on our front door. When we opened the door, he just strolled in as if he’d lived with us for years. We sent him back out but day after day he hung around, came out of the bush by the front porch to be petted and charm us with his cuteness until we finally gave in and let him come inside for good.
Our doggy went to doggy heaven last fall so now we are “cat people.” I never thought that would happen. I have to admit I was a little prejudiced before, thinking cats were not as good as dogs, but I’ve grown quite attached to our two furry felines. Continue reading
We made it to Syracuse in one piece. Our pets, who we had to bring along, seem sane at the moment. The girls – not so much. Just kidding! There was a lot of napping going on in the van so we’re feeling rested and ready to have fun. It’s a beautiful sunny evening – maybe a walk is in order after grilled out hamburgers and NY hot dogs, aka “coonies”.
Along the Narrow Path 