Besides trees, I met a fair few dogs (or dawgs as many good folk I met would call them). I love dogs; they can be really good company. They can be a pain in the arse, too - but usually good company. This one was a jumpy little fella and would rarely come when called. Usually run off in the other direction, bless him. I think his name was Sonny, and was probably the dawg I saw the most.
Photos, Words and Memories from 2 trips and 3 months in the USA. Based mainly near Asheville in North Carolina.

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