Shep running free at the Chagrin Polo Fields.
Yes, where I grew up we had (have) polo fields. The only times I went down there was on a full-moon at midnight because allegedly there were devil worshippers there. No one never ever ever ever saw any.
The weekly trip to Lake Erie. The man seems to like it. So do we.
At Nana's aka 'the Treat Lady'.
Boomer keeps his cautious distance from Shep....he's never sure what to think of him.
Every few weeks, Shep gets his Pupachino.
For some reason, he is all about the whipped cream.
Song by: Loreena McKennitt