I'm sitting down here with my 'bud'. Wife and boys just got back from early Mass, getting ready to head in to the concession stand again for another long shift of flippin' burgers and frying fries. (We have great fries, by the way. Been using frozen pre-cut for the past two fairs, and they work fine if you let eldest son cook them (at 400 degrees) and salt them. Best with jalapeño cheese sauce.)

Mud Bogs today.

But the real point of this entry.

Masked heeler is down with me. It's not that hot today, so I don't think she's just here for the cooler floor.

She wants to be with me.

This is unusual. Both sisters used to hang with their Alpha whenever she's home. And otherwise, with the mother.

But since getting run over, and having me sleep with her on the living room floor, the masked heeler has been showing a real affinity for my company.

Even when I'm not driving 'their' truck.

Feels good.

'Course, it could just be that there's a buzzy-wuzzy (fly) upstairs.