Today I am no longer Stranded in the South, far from Montana and a Missoula state of mind (though I am wrapping my mind more and more around a Georgia state of mind--at least for the gardening and friends...). We landed in Missoula just before noon, and now we are up in Polson looking out over Flathead Lake. Jessie is settling right in and tormenting my parents' dog Jig. Of course Jig--the same age as Jessie in dog years--can hold his own. He is the talkingest dog I have ever seen. I only captured a snippet, but he is not at all shy about sharing a piece of his mind with you.
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A life lived with hair on fire.
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4 comments:
Like Naomi used to be.
Naomi one of your tribe?
Naomi was my first beagle.
I think I'm in love. Dogs with short legs and pointy ears are awesome!
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