Laurie and I both are looking forward to our twenty-third anniversary this November. We have talked about getting away to celebrate the occasion but, quite honestly, it’s getting harder and harder to find any place more beautiful or peaceful than our home in the Smokey Mountains. Please think about stopping by for a visit and we’ll put on some hot cider or hot chocolate and take out some of those frozen berries for a cobbler.
Catering provided by Dolly's Ice Cream, Moose Cafe, Hawg Wild, and Aunt Laurie's kitchen.
Boomer, like our squirrels, is putting on some weight to see him through winter. Bentley is trying to sharpen his hunting skills by snatching up any helpless flying insect that crosses his path. Thankfully, the white squirrels are safe from both. I’m a little embarrassed for them; the squirrels won’t even show them the respect of scampering up the trees when they go out anymore.
They both are getting better at taking naps with any human in the house, at any time of the day, so long as you’re willing to share a pillow. Laurie is trying her best to make them true Southern gentlemen and they are progressing quite well except for a few little areas like table manners, scratching in inappropriate places, barking out of turn, and public displays of affection.
