I have been in Maine for the last week. This makes the forth year in a row that I’ve made the trip to visit with friends. (Does four years a tradition make?) You may recall my mentioning this before. I love this time of year. The end of summer and the start to fall. You can see the leaves just starting to change. Pops of vivid oranges and deep reds.
Wesley is proving to be such a great traveler. Here he met his first lobster. I not sure if he really understood this odd-looking creature. I am sure glad that the lobster had his claws banded. Otherwise, I think a certain Westie would have had his nose in an unwanted grip!