We went to my parent's house on Friday night for an evening of good food, laughter, and dusky frisbee. It was wonderful.
the little white speck is winslo... he loves having acres to run in and explore. he's in city-dog heaven out here!
i think matt is sick of me taking pictures of him all the time. too bad it won't stop me!!
What does going home mean to you? Is it a place, or where your favorite people are?