The first little birdie and his puppy
leave the nest.
Today is Tuesday, August 18, 2009.
It's a sad day for me.
Youngest Hawthorne starts school tomorrow.
Here he is taking out his essentials to his car
for the 3 hour ride to Greenville.
Junior knows some shit is up.
He doesn't know what,
but he knows something.
Dogs always do.
I like the lines of his car.
It's 8:05 PM.
Mr. Hawthorne helps Youngest Hawthorne
with his flat screen TV.
Junior is getting agitated.
You know what?
I think with Junior's long spine,
it might just hurt him to sit.
He feels more comfortable
stretching out.
I love you June Bug.
I'll miss you, sweet puppy.
Junior's curious to know what's happening outside.
Here are Youngest Hawthorne, Junior, and Rosie.
Mr. Hawthorne shot the picture,
then I cropped it so Youngest Hawthorne's
face wouldn't be in the picture.
He hates being in my blog.
Then I started playing around
and turned it into Black and White.
Then I started playing around
and turned it into Black and White.
Youngest Hawthorne's tail lights,
going off into the good night.
Be safe.
God speed.
4 comments:
Whoo-hoo! One down and 2 to go. Then all the dogs (except the queen) will be gone and I can come visit again.
Not quite the response you thought I'd have, eh?
Whoot!
No, Kathy. Your response is spot on.
I spent the better part of the day today, cleaning the upstairs - YH's bedroom and bathroom. Mission accomplished.
Did you do a little dance after you wiped off your tears?
A happy dance, Hairball.
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