In the Backyard

My grandfather built this shed when he moved to the property in the late 1940's. My Dad and his family lived in it until my grandfather finished building the main house. I never knew this, but before the main house was built, Dad said the family would take a 20-30 gallon trash can over to "Beaver creek" and fill it up for their drinking water. The can sat in the little house and served as their potable water for the week.

Trinity returning from her morning patrol in the back of the property

Trinity looks inside the back door, hoping to escape the mid-day humidity.

A picture of the house from the south side of my parent's property.

Trinity in the Morning

She wakes up early in the morning. Eats her breakfast.

Rolls around in the wet grass. Scares up some game...

Waits for her Pappaw (my Dad) to come outside for his morning coffee

Sometimes tries to get in a lick of his coffee cup, but mostly just sits at a distance and admires him:)

Storm Damage

Last Wednesday evening, a strong thunderstorm moved through the area in the middle of the night. It wrenched the branch off of this tree. Dad was kind of bummed, because he was almost finished cleaning up the yard from several other trees he'd taken down due to disease. On Thursday he began working on the removal of this branch. Trinity accompanied him. This tree had it in for him. When he was working on the tree on Thursday, removing one of the smaller limbs another branch smacked him in the face and whacked Trinity a good one too. She decided working so closely with Dad on this one was too risky. On Friday when he went to remove the main branch, Trinity hung back. Probably a good thing. While chain sawing the main branch off, it flipped around and smacked Dad in the face again, as well as the shoulder and his arm. He had a nasty cut on his face, but really his main concern was his arm. We took him to urgent care to make sure it wasn't broken. Thankfully it wasn't, and thankfully nothing worse happened.

"Home" in Ohio

Considering the length of the drive (20 some hours), Trinity really did quite well. She has bonded with my Dad (shown together in the house picture), her "Pappaw". She follows him everywhere. I think she likes his industrious nature and feels some primordial connection with him.

Trinity running around with her new favorite toy, the big orange ball, that she popped in less than 5 seconds. That's okay, that's the way she likes the ball. Makes it easier to carry around, and we can still throw it for her and it rolls (kind of).

Dad and Trinity in the morning sitting on the back patio of my childhood home. Believe it or not, my grandfather built this house! My Dad and his family grew up on this same property that I grew up on. Dad has finished a lot of projects that Pappaw started, such as a new family room, adding a 3/4 bath, remodeling a bathroom, Adding several garages...but it's still cool to say that I grew up in the house my "Pappaw" built.

More pictures of Trinity with the beloved ball. She loves my parents huge fenced and wooded back yard. She chases the squirrels up the trees, sniffs around in the bushes, helps Dad carry firewood. The list could go on for miles. She's such a happy puppy here:)