April 1, 2026
Summerfield, Fl
Dad invited me to his workbench this morning. I was wondering what project he had going where he needed my help....and then it all became clear. I was the project...or rather my nails were. But that's okay. I lay still while he grinds away on my nails and trims my shaggy feet with the hair scissors because I know what is coming next. You have to try out the finished project which means I get to run, leap, and catch my frisbee. Yep, it was a great morning.
The afternoon project wasn't near as much fun for me. Dad was using the utility trailer that had just received a face lift and was loading it up with all the freeze damaged, cold abused trimmings from the garden beds.
It was hard working in the sun so I found some nice shade
under the trailer. I knew once Dad got focused on his task, there would be no more frisbee tosses so I rang my doggy door bell so Momma knew I wanted to come back inside. It was time to catch a few zzz's so I would be ready to romp when Dad was finished.
The four caravaning rigs were spending their last day together at Foscue Creek Campground. Bob and Reba were very familiar with the area so they suggested lunch at 
I guess the restaurant's name was fitting as everything was simply delicious, including dessert.
There were simply delicious cakes available to take home as well.
The barges kept providing entertainment
as everyone sat around the evening campfire
waiting to enjoy the colorful sunset.
We didn't have barges for entertainment. We had a shuttle launch instead,
until the clouds interfered with the view
I'm Chloe
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