National Ice Cream Day!

What an incredible day!

We woke up in Scotland

(Moma never found out until later in the day,

and she was actually delighted that we'd had such a fun, safe time) 

and we enjoyed the last bits of celebration there before we jetted back to Grams'.

Rosie and Petey's wedding was beyond what we could have ever imagined.

It was absolutely beautiful

and being with friends (and family!) was a gift we will always treasure.

The whole experience,

 and especially those last dances with Asta and Agatha and Stanley and Archie opened our eyes

to a whole new level of friendship.

And seeing the newlyweds so deeply in love touched our hearts and taught us the wonders of romance.

(Sigh)

Just as we planned, we made it home in time to enjoy a day at a State Park here in north Florida.

What a shift in environment.  What a different adventure.

We'll get Moma to help us blog about it soon. 

Maybe tomorrow.

(It was great fun.)

But this evening was the best.

We got to celebrate National Ice Cream Day!

How else, at the beach, but a trip to Dairy Queen?

 

Moma ordered two cones just for us

 

and we headed straight to the beach to enjoy them.

 

And enjoy them, we did.

Every last bite.

 

Both of us.

Jake took a nanosecond out to smile at the camera.

We were both very happy little dogs.

Soft serve in cones, by the beach, at sunset on a delightfully cool evening.

We knew we'd need to log some extra miles to stay fit and trim.

So we topped the evening off with a stroll down the boardwalk by the beach.

We watched the sun set and remembered and talked about all the fun of the day.

We know we'll have great dreams tonight.

With full tummies and a deep restful slumber.

In fact, one of us is already sleeping.

Zzzzzzzz.