Wee Fergus, in his customary position, on his first long road trip. This one was somewhere in Louisiana…

*and I

Early tomorrow, someone I love very much will walk across the stage and collect her degree from a major university/football powerhouse. I just had to be there, so Fergus and I loaded up the Conestoga, stopped for a spell at my parents (who have magnanimously volunteered to take care of their grand-dog), and now I’m in the heartland for festivities.

Shortest blog ever.



I don’t think he’s going to miss me all that much.