Was just going through some old pictures and man, what a difference a year makes:
Just looking at these and it brings back the knots in my stomach every time I went outside and looked at the yard. Much better this morning:
I’m also laughing at all my old pictures because THURSTON IS IN EVERY ONE OF THEM. He’s like Where’s Waldo. It’s because he is the orneriest of the animals- whatever is going on, he has to be RIGHT THERE IN ON THE ACTION. When I am on my hands and knees planting something, he will butt in, get in my way, to personally sniff whatever it is I am putting into the ground.