Davis thought he might come home in August. There are always August chores. We know that the start of the fall semester is the trigger to a mad dash to New Year's Day. It really did seem appropriate that he would fly home after we returned from Ruidoso. I even had it in mind that we could take a road trip for his return to Columbus and drive some of his furniture back.
That was before Lyndon.
Lyndon, my new granddog.
Lyndon, the smartest dog ever.
Lyndon, the dog who spoiled Davis's trip home this summer. I guess I'd better go and start knitting some winter booties for him, so his feet don't get cold in frosty Columbus.
