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I’ve never been much of a fan of the introductory post, where I feel like I’m supposed to write about what my blog is going to be about (there’s an “about” section for that!) and maybe sound a little sentimental and generally blog about blogging.

So in favor of skipping that nightmare (minus the fact that I just blogged about blogging about blogging – stick that in your pipe and smoke it), I’m just jumping into it with some photos of a summer adventure.

The Highland Games, in the North Carolina mountains, were a great way to kick off the summer for a couple of girls who think there’s nothing funnier than walking around doing terrible Scottish accents.

Fish & Chips

Highlands garb was everywhere… we were weird for not being in tartan.

Elizabeth tearing into some haggis.

I have to share a story about these border collies. A shepherd was out there doing a sheep-dogs show in this field, which was mostly an impressive demonstration of how well-attuned border collies can be to their master and how precisely they can, you know, herd sheep.

I say mostly because there was one dog/puppy, Meg, who was a ballistic missile of random movement. Meg could not keep a lid on it. Shepherd Guy would blow his Precise Whistle Codes, and while the other dogs would stop, start, turn on a dime and do whatever he asked them to, Meg pretty much alternated between sporadic prancing and blasting, canon ball-like, directly at the sheep. Which got her put back on the leash after Shepherd Guy realized she was No Help. She just kept looking up at him like, “come on, Dad, I can take these sheep! I can do this!”

I think Meg was happier than anyone else there.