Border Collie Joy
By Maggie Mae
(almost 10 months old)
One of my greatest joys is riding in the truck to the old Brown Farm in Union Hall. At the farm, I run and run in big circles. Then I run some more. Running so much makes me overheated, so I stop every so often and fling myself in the creek.
I love creeks! This one, which eventually flows into Bull Run and then into Smith Mountain Lake, is my favorite because it has wonderful mud—soft and squishy.
In the picture, the white blob floating in the upper left is the end of my tail, not some strange swamp creature.
Happiness is a muddy creek on a hot day.
(almost 10 months old)
One of my greatest joys is riding in the truck to the old Brown Farm in Union Hall. At the farm, I run and run in big circles. Then I run some more. Running so much makes me overheated, so I stop every so often and fling myself in the creek.
I love creeks! This one, which eventually flows into Bull Run and then into Smith Mountain Lake, is my favorite because it has wonderful mud—soft and squishy.
In the picture, the white blob floating in the upper left is the end of my tail, not some strange swamp creature.
Happiness is a muddy creek on a hot day.
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