"Hmmmm ... decisions, decisions."
Last week was full of the hubub of homecoming for our little school. I have some shots of a small town homecoming parade I'll share this week. They don't qualify as Florida nature images, but they sure give you a peak into small town Florida culture and they may even reassure you a little. It's not all South Beach bods, bikinis, and bmw's down here.
This week, Junior and his Mom are flying to Indianapolis for the annual National Future Farmers of America (FFA)convention. Junior is a little nervous ... he's never flown before.
So, while everybody's gone, it'll be me and the dogs running the place until sometime Saturday.
The dogs were pretty excited until I laid down the law about wild parties.
It seems they were already making plans, but I reminded them we were still missing a lampshade from their last little bacchanalia and I was not going to un-ductape the neighbor's cat for them this time.
I think they were listening, but I thought I saw a gleam in Feather's eye. I'm not sure if it was a mischievous gleam or her cataract catching the light, poor thing.
It could have been a gleam.
I'll keep an eye on them this time.