Spanish Moss is so hard to photograph.
This ancient oak on Skidaway Island in Georgia is huge.
Somewhere down the road we'll cough up a plan.
This morning as I was packing up, I left Harley one toy to play with outside, while I collected up the rest of his detritus.
When all was ready, I called him over, so I could coil up his tether. He ran for the open RV door, then I heard a PLOP. He had dutifully carried his last toy in, the golf ball, which he deposited on the entry rug with a mild thud.
I just knew he had a brain in that tiny little goofy head. I was so very proud of him.
But moments later, he did the ultimate no-no. He escaped! I had unwittingly left the driver's door open while I was loading him up in the RV door. (I have 3 doors, a driver door, passenger door and entry door.)
Five or ten minutes later, of race and chase, call and ignore, I finally caught one very naughty puppy.