Missing Molly

Looks like I have a big dust smudge on my lens. It was a hot and dusty weekend

This is the first trip back to the southern farm since Molly, our son's black lab, lost her battle with cancer three weeks ago. For eight years, she and Kirby ripped and roared all over this hill with me. In fact, I blipped them here last fall on October 20 . Molly was one good dog, and she loved it when we came to visit. Maybe it was just me, but I know Kirby missed her this time. He still enjoyed a couple of good walks for a swim at the creek, even though he is maybe looking into the sunset of his own days.

Dogs...man!