Get On Outta Here

We took a short trip to north Georgia this past weekend and stayed at GP's parent's house. The house shares a road with a few houses up on the hill. There are two dogs who greet you when you drive up the road and they trot beside the car until you park it. So GP1, GP2 & GP3 went off and picked crab apples for alittle bit on Sunday morning. JP and I stayed at the house with the rest of the family. Well, at the house were these nice porcelain teapots. JP, with permission, was filling up the teapot and going outside and "feeding" all of the flowers, bushes, & trees because " They are starving!" So I know that JP is in and out of the house doing her thing. I am inside and as I am walking thru the front sitting room, which has a huge window, and I see JP out front. She is out front with a broom up in the air, running down the little road, bare foot, yelling, "Get, get on, Get on outta here! Get dogs! GET!" It was the funniest thing! I called to her and told her to stay out of the road. Other than that, you are fine.