We were having a hard time finding Maggie. Then we realized she was just lying in the leaves.
Amy’s sister and her family threw their annual cider-making party last weekend. The weather was glorious and everyone who came had a blast socializing, making and drinking cider, enjoying the bonfire, and eating. I took photos. My best ones this year were of the dogs of Ciderfest.
Callie, who lives with Sally and Gunnar
Alvis, formerly skinny and heartworm-positive Hurricane Katrina refugee who hit the jackpot when he ended up living with Amy’s sister, her husband, and their three little girls
Morgan, who lives with Amy’s parents
Pete, who lives with our brother-in-law’s sister and her family (he’s 13 years old! can you believe it?)
And Alvis again, with 100% typical Alvis expression (i.e. pet me love me pet me love me i’ll be so happy if you’ll only pet me love me)