I managed to injure the middle finger of my right hand in another of those freakish accidents that happens to me–not broken, thank goodness, just very sore–and I need to let it rest a bit. So responding to the comments will have to wait. Hopefully it will be better tomorrow. In the meantime . . .

Our sweet Beau disappeared a while back, *sob* but here he is as the cutest part-bloodhound pup you’ve ever seen, enjoying the water in the whiskey barrel planter, accompanied by his brother Elvis. They always seem to prefer water from here much more than they do their water bowls. Dogs!
OK. I am prejudiced. But isn’t our Callie just gorgeous here?
Oh, those wide eyes. What a sweetie!
Elvis on that other southern icon–my late daddy’s old pickup truck.
I’ll be back tomorrow to catch up with you all. Nighty-night!