Oh man, Jack fell off the dock yesterday. We don't have a place where the dogs can get out of the water, so Steve had to run over to the ladder at the neighbor's place, Jack swam over (luckily) and Steve scooped him up and climbed the ladder with 85 lb Jack laying across his arms. I don't know how he did it, super human adreniline strength I guess. yikes! I slept through the whole thing, so was no help at all. The dogs haven't really seemed like they wanted to jump in the water, but we never thought he would just fall in. doh!
We were told the best fishing is right off of our own dock. Steve's caught 3 so far. 2 catfish and 1 bass.
We made a tradition to watch the sun set every night. And every night we think . . . . this is the best one yet. So, here is the best one yet . . . tonight. :-)