Blue's first day at camp

I have been looking into some other options for the dogs when we travel, mainly for Blue. He is the one who handles changes a little better and loves to run and play...Polly, not so much! It is probably better for her to stay with familiar friends and family so she has a more enjoyable time.

One of those options that I found is a day camp/overnight camp in town. They require an interview day where the dog can try out the camp and they can see if it would be a good fit. So, today was Blue's interview. I dropped him off around 9:30 and picked him up around 3:30.

When I picked him up, I was given a certificate that he passed the interview process and is welcome anytime...whew! :)

And, he had a report card that told me how he did today and what all he did. Funny that one thing they said was that he was a little shy around the other dogs at first and enjoyed watching all of the activity going on. Of course, they agreed that he was super sweet.

We got home and Polly gave him the smell-down. I'm pretty sure her sniffer was in OVER-load! They both quickly settled down and as you can see, they missed each other a lot!

6 years ago today...

Mike and I came home from church and received some of the hardest news a family will ever hear...Mark, Mike's brother, had been killed in Iraq the day before. We were torn, devastated, and saddened! But the family was determined that his death would not be in vain. His memory would live on...he would have a legacy!

Today, that legacy continues through wrestling clinics and camps and Peru missions made possible through the Sgt. Mark P. Adams Foundation. I'm so thankful that he isn't just a number...but that his life counted! I am also thankful that he had a personal relationship with Jesus and that he is in Heaven now.

If today was YOUR last day, what kind of legacy would YOU leave?
And, do YOU know where YOU would spend eternity?

Just call us Goldi locks...

So, we had a little visitor at the cabin...

These are the claw marks from when the Mama Bear climbed UP our porch to get our trash can.

COMING UP OUR PORCH TO THE DOOR... uh...