Typical saturday morning.
I get up, walk Miller, hit the grocery store and farmer’s market. . .only today, I switched it up and had moosebraying and Miller tag along into Old Town while I hit the farmers market. . .then the three of us enjoyed the solitude of the benches down by the river, watching birds scamper about and people prepare their boats for a day on the water. It was just such a nice morning. Miller really enjoyed all of the different smells and all of the other dogs that were out and about.
It’s mornings like this that I’m really thankful for where I live, what I have and who I love:).
mushy but true.
now to get a little work done while the laundry churns away in the other room