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Bogart

Here's to Bogart, the king of all cats, who slept on my chest every night for 15 years and passed away today after a long, happy life. She could fetch better than most dogs and ruled the rest of the farm.  

There are many memories but the funniest  is probably when I accidently trapped her between the screen door and main door of my apartment in Greenville one winter night after coming home from work.  I found her there a couple of hours later and she was covered in frost - and ready for revenge.  She will be missed.

Weekend at the Farm

This past weekend we took two of the dogs to Elkin, North Carolina for Marion's Grandmother's 93rd birthday party. We managed to get a hike in early Saturday morning on the Wolf Rock Trail at Stone Mountain State Park, one of my favorite places to hike in the mountains, and have a great visit with family. The top photo is of Ghepetto after a 4.5-mile hike up to Wolf Rock, left. The ponies are at Grandmother's farm and the tomato, peach and apple sit on the windowsill in the kitchen. The peach later became part of a peach cobbler pie!

Mayberry

It's been almost a week since we've adopted a new member into the family - Mayberry. He's a big 90 lb. Tennessee Walker Hound who is set in his ways. He's a cruelty case saved by the Humane Society and about 8-years old. He weighed 45 pounds when they rescued him - had to carry him out of a pen. They told us that nobody else was going to adopt him. He's doing well, but for the last two days, he's been stubborn as a mule when walking him around the block. He decides that he's going to stop and not move and nothing you can do will get him started again. Yesterday was quite the spectacle when he did this and even our neighbor came out to have a look and ponder how to get him going again.