Jumping for Joy

It is very early in the morning, and the only creatures stirring are people nutty enough to be going to dog agility trials that start at a most uncivilized hour. We leave in just a few minutes. Honeybun slept well on the pillowtop bed under the covers with Asherel. She has already had breakfast and a constitutional walk.

Yesterday we hiked to Hookers Falls. I did the little sketch here with Asherel's IPod. I may have to get one. The hike was only about a half mile so it was more a leisurely stroll. Asherel insisted if we went further, she would be unable to run her dog today in the trial. Mind you, the run takes all of 40 seconds. .... but it is a grueling 40 seconds.

We happened to arrive at Asheville at the same time as President Obama who is vacationing here for the weekend. In fact, he leaves the same time we do as well on Sunday. And we are in a hotel right by the airport. We may well see Air Force 1 take off. The press all think he is going to the swank and upscale Grove Park Inn, but I know differently. No one, given the choice of a $200 massage at the best spa in the southeast or sitting for 40 seconds on hard bleachers watching a little dog that was left to die jumping for joy over and through and inside obstacles would have to struggle to decide where to be. President and I will be in the stands cheering our little symbol of redemption on.

Song of Solomon 2:8
Listen! My lover! Look! Here he comes, leaping across the mountains, bounding over the hills.