The moon is hanging low in the sky. There’s a big doe in the ditch watching my headlights closing in. Can’t slow down, too late for that. Hope she doesn’t jump.
Lightning flashing in the clouds to the west. Storm coming. You can feel it.
Been so busy. So much to do and can’t get it all done. Start catching up and something breaks down. Working extra hours trying to make up time. Just not enough time.
I got up early last Sunday. Filled up a thermos of coffee. Loaded up the dogs and brought them to the woods just at daybreak. Tried a new spot. There were rabbits there and the running was good. Had all the old dogs with, Hornet and Lovey and June and Joy. They had fun.
Later we let all the dogs run down to the river and go for a swim. It was a good day for the dogs.
We lost June on Monday. She was such a good dog.
After all these dogs you would think it would get easier but I’m always down and I’m not alright.
Now Hornet isn’t doing well. I want to take him hunting one last time, but his time is running out. Never enough time.
You can hear the thunder in the distance. Hot and humid and the wind is picking up and the lightning is getting closer.