It's a day for loud music and singing, which is what I do as I drive. It's a day that celebrates the simple joys in life in a simple town in Midwestern America. And, it's a day for dogs.
Any day is a day for dogs. And here are some. These are "the boys" of Joann's '09 team.
Jackson, with striking eyes, he is aloof yet hard-driving
George, a handsome, leggy lad on the team
Boston, a sensitive, sweet boy
Gibson, who Joann says is Mr. Crabby to all the other males
Prophet, an absolute lover. Here he is eyeing Gibson in the foreground
As I sat with the dogs today snapping portraits of them, I felt a dark presence watching in the distance not 50 feet beyond the first barrel of the dog yard. Dark figures, at least 20 of them, hunched with their dark backs in sharp contrast to the snowy ground. I moved closer. Is it what I think it is?
Star doesn't seem to notice the dark visitors beyond
Yep, apparently it's a day for turkeys too.