You Can Go Home Again

This week will be a little different, y’all. I’m currently in south Louisiana, fixin’ to head to Birmingham for the evening. But yesterday I went home again.

Great friends — I went home again and saw some of the best friends a girl can have. Life is good.

I haven’t been down the road in 23 years. Back to Buras, Louisiana. I’ve seen a couple of my friends from home over the years, but I just haven’t been down there. You can go home again, you know. Even if you don’t recognize a single thing. The people make the place.

Making faces — Sandy and Chewy became fast friends. And then Sandy started picking on him and everything just kinda went nuts from there. It took a lot of treats to sort things out.

My friend Sandy is married to a fisherman, so lunch was to DIE for.

Seafood! — In fact, the shrimp and fish were so good, I ate a big plateful when I got home from DTR last night.

And my friend Denise came down to visit.

Pup and friend — Chewy is trying to figure out if he knows Denise. He finally decided that he did not. She gave him a treat and everything was cool.

My pastor and his wife, aging as they are, came for lunch. I wish I had photos. It was lovely just to see and talk with them again. Y’all, it has just been GOOD. Very good.

I even got to hang out with ancient Chihuahuas. Cute little buggers.

Now! Let me go! Time to head to Bark World and the Jones Natural Chews booth! And maybe next year I’ll go home again. Again.

Until I write again …

Flea

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