It’s been a while since I’ve posted anything. Time is just flying. I can’t seem to get a handle on how fast my days and weeks fly by. Before I know it, it will be fall, then on to holidays of Thanksgiving and then Christmas, and then winter and then just waiting for it not to be winter any more. In an effort to sit back and figuratively smell the roses, my husband and I went for a week’s vacation to Lake of the Ozarks.
This vacation spot in central Missouri has been a mainstay of my life since I was a child. I have photographs of my family and cousins at “the lake” when I was very young. I still vividly remember the first sight of the lake when driving down Highway 54 and how it would and still does, elicit an “ahhhh”. We (I should say I, because I make the plans and just tell my husband who, what, when, where and how) decided to find a pet friendly resort so we could take our fur babies with us. We stayed at a really nice resort called The Alhonna and our room was right at the water’s edge. My husband could even fish off the deck except that Lily, the smaller of the two labs, believes any throwing motion means you are playing with her; ergo, casting the reel is play time and play time means she’s barking.
Our “girls” are two very large labs. They’re half-sisters and have been together their whole lives and we’ve had each of them since they were eight weeks old. My husband is obviously the preferred person as far as the dogs are concerned and they follow him everywhere as if he were the pied piper.