Poor little Clayton. He's in doggy jail. Not really. The poor little guy has to ride in his carrier when we go to the cabin and since he gets carsick, well, it is the safest place for ME! Usually when he loses it it is just a little "blech", but this time he LOST IT...BLECH! It was horrible and I was very, very glad he was in the carrier. Poor little guy. He had better get used to it as we travel to the cabin every weekend.
Driving home yesterday we happened upon roadkill, a racoon and the trees were just full of turkey buzzards waiting their chance. Creepy Halloween is just around the corner!
Our dam was very full on Friday afternoon and changed a lot by Sunday when we left to go home.