Share This Story
We had a lot of fun during our weekend of camping, but it is time to get back to home.
To us, this is about the perfect welcome home - horses and cows greeting us.
Even if some of those cows were glaring at us as we passed.
Not like they didn't have enough grass to eat.
I mean, this guy is knee deep in food.
I mean, after all, my bowl always seems to be empty. Lucky cows.
8 Comments
Leave a Comment
Read Another Story
← Back One Story ◊ OR ◊ Forward One Story →
This Week's Thundering Herd Special Features
Monday Musing
Weekly thoughts from our Hu-Dad with the latest updates on his writing projects, the books he's reading, and a gratuitous dog photo of us.
An Old Injury
May 15, 2022
I injured myself last week. Stupid, I know, especially when I can only call it an old injury in celebration of my approaching birthday.
Way Back Wednesday
Each week, we reach back into our vault of over 4,500 previous posts and share a favorite. We hope you enjoy this look back.
Lap Dog
When you are 60 lbs (27kg) of Siberian Husky, there are people who say you should no longer be a lap dog. Kodiak heartily disagrees.
Visit Millerton, a fictional small town near Asheville NC, via D.K. Wall's novels. Ordinary people. Extraordinary events.
That’s what I would call a really nice homecoming. Even if the cows do glare.
ummm…I am kinda new to you guys…do you really live on a ranch/farm with all those big cows and horses??? If yes, where the heck are you guys…WOW
Laughing – yes, we are confusing, huh? We live beside Cataloochee Ranch ( http://www.cataloocheeranch.com ) which we have to drive through to get to our house. These horses and cows greet us everyday.
Lots of cows!
They are pawesome, right?
Kisses and hugs
Lorenza
Poor Qannik. But look on the bright side – you get to go camping and the cows don’t.
I wonder if they know my Khattledog pals?
Hugz&Khysses,
Miss Fluffy Tail
Funny how the grass is always greener, eh, Qannik?
At least yours is put in front of you, and you don’t have to go looking for it the way the cows do. On the other hand, it must also be nice to be able to roam through all that food, and pick out just what you want, too. Like our hu-Mom says, “don’t be picky”.