IT ALL WORKS OUT

Too short of a beach trip. Back home already.
This is where I walk and throw ball for the dogs. The building is a church, and they own this whole field along the creek. They put up this poop bag post, and made a path. I guess that means they welcome dogs. It is down stream, and across the creek from our house. So I drive over there every morning and afternoon. For about eleven years I just went out the back door and could walk about three fourths of a mile down stream. First we got a new neighbor next door who objected to my presents. Then the lady who owns the little farm down the way got some sheep, and didn't want me either. So thank God for these nice church people.