Simple Saturday Night

Isn’t it funny how our definition of a good Saturday night changes as we get older?  To convert for our dog readers, this conversion chart says I am between 6 and 7 and this conversion chart says I am 8.  Either way, my idea of a perfect Saturday night is an idyllic camping spot watching the sun set over the lake.  I was taking pictures of the sunset when I turned and saw the dogs on the drop line after a good hike and a dinner and realized – this is the perfect Saturday night!

Saturday Night at the Camp Fire

8 Comments

  1. simcha on February 17, 2009 at 9:59 am

    Is there room in the thundering herd for one more red sibe? I wannna go camping. I wanna ride in the big dog truck. I promise not to eat too much.

    Simcha

  2. Steve & Kat on February 16, 2009 at 10:19 am

    I agree! That looks like a fun night to me. And I’m only 2 in dog years!

    Steve

  3. Princess Eva on February 16, 2009 at 12:18 am

    We’d enjoy that setting and so would Dad but Momma says “roughing it” is a Holiday Inn.

    Princess Eva

  4. Cap'n Maverick on February 15, 2009 at 11:45 pm

    Harrrrr
    Looks like a sib meating on how to get the humans food Harrr.
    Cap’n maverick the Pirate

  5. Huffle Mawson on February 15, 2009 at 4:25 pm

    Very idyllic!

    Huffle Mawson

  6. The OP Pack on February 15, 2009 at 4:04 pm

    That is quite the nice way to spend a Saturday night no matter how old one is!!! Thanks for sharing.

    Woos, the OP Pack

  7. The Army of Four on February 15, 2009 at 11:07 am

    Looks mighty idyllic to all six of us, too!
    Tail wags,
    Storms

  8. Khyra on February 15, 2009 at 9:58 am

    Mom will now have an earworm of ‘here’s to good furiends, tonight is kinda special’

    And she doesn’t even LIKE that beer!

    Hugz&Khysses,
    Khyra
    PeeEssWoo: That was probably khwieter than my Motel 6 in Master Chew Sits

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