Maury River Fiddlers Convention

This past weekend, Bailey and I went with dad and his friend Jack to the Maury River Fiddlers Convention. What a fun time being in the mountains again! There were lots of other cool dogs (and some little barky ones too) there. Dad would take us on long walks in the morning and evening, and I got to see lots of deer (but dad wouldn't let me chase any... hmmmph.) After dark, Bailey and I would retire to the camper. (Boy, does Bailey ever snore!) Dad and Jack would leave and not come back until way late -- not sure what was happening, but there was lots of music coming from the campground.

The most fun, though, was on Sunday when they were packing up. Because there weren't many people left, dad let me and Bailey run free through the campground. Much to dad's surprise, Bailey and I were able to find a big mud hole _just_ before we were getting in Jack's truck. Dad tried to wipe us down good, but I think we still got Jack's truck dirty -- hope he didn't mind! I gave Jack lots of lickies on the ride back just in case.