I introduced our new dog to this community almost two months ago, in a blog. In that blog I suggested there was tension between the family cat and the new puppy. This has not resolved as I hoped it would, and it is still a work in progress.

"But it's not fair! I don't have a choice."The complaint echoed in the cavernous space.A grey man, with grey hair, grey face, grey shoes and grey caftan replied, "You've always had a choice, Subject. The scheme of life is governed by choice. While there may be the appearance of randomness...in the end it is always a chosen path that leads to a particular consequence."

August is slowly coming to a close. I hear the cicada at night, so that means fall is in the wings. I'm not ready for winter, although I guess without the contrast of winter summer wouldn't seem so glorious. The pictures I'm contributing to #LIL today represent recent events in my family. We have a new dog, a beautiful puppy. He is white and young, and lively. We also have a cat, a 16-year-old cat. This gent is still spry. The dog wants to dominate, but is learning that the cat has claws for a reason :)

My Granddaughter Climbing Down the Rocks on the Isle of ManMy daughter and granddaughter were traveling together in the UK last week. They were on a very special mission. My granddaughter is going to spend a semester abroad this year, and my daughter was helping her to get settled.

Readers of my blog might remember that I posted recently about a puppy my family adopted a few weeks ago. In my collage, the puppy is featured floating in the clouds. That's the way he looked when my daughter and granddaughter first saw him at the adoption center. That's the face that persuaded them to take him home.

The brochure for the trail describes it as a 0.7 mile loop, moderate to easy. Some of it didn't seem so easy, not that day. It's an uphill climb. Roosevelt's house sits on top of a hill and the nature trail winds down toward the water.