Fall temperatures (finally) put a spring in Gordie's step.

Gordie 🤍 Cleveland, MS

I needed to shred a block of cheese, so I hauled out my stand mixer and put on the shredding attachment. Gordie watched in fascination as shredded cheese came from "the sky" and dropped into a bowl. He drooled and licked the air. Yes, I paid the cheese tax.

I bet he is dreaming of flying cheese.

See the white specks? I had pushed a tub of sour cream far enough back I thought but I forgot how long a wolfhound tongue is. Gordie enjoyed some of it and is quite pleased with himself.

I decided to have a banana with my breakfast. Gordie decided I should share. Therefore, I had half a banana because resistance is futile.

My Gordie, or the Creature of the Cypress Swamp.

My Gordie