Sights Unseen

Vegas has a passport, of sorts. It resides folded within my own and provided proof to the officials in Niagara Falls that Vegas was in fact an American dog and up to date on all her vaccinations. I have no criminal past, nor does Vegas but I have never passed through customs without assuming that I was going to get in trouble and be thrown in jail. Vegas has never acted guilty of anything, even when she was.

Vegas loved the Falls. She took her big lion shaped paws and placed them on the cement wall, lifted herself up to look at the water falling down (see above) and looked upon the loud blue water with the same delight as the rest of us two legged tourists. Her picture above is of her staring at the Falls.

Fall has no longer teased us with its appearance but has arrived in all earnest. The humidity is gone, the screen doors are letting the warm breezes through and the leaves are starting to change colors and twirl off the trees. The weather we are having now is what this Iowa girl used to call winter when she lived in Fort Lauderdale. It is glorious.

Vegas and I can't stop smiling. We love having family visit. We love watching the birds at the feeder and the feel of the change of season. We love looking at the old pictures and remembering the trip to Buffalo. We cleaned the kitchen window and the sun is shining through and lighting the wood floor.

All is well.