It was a lovely, warm afternoon, just right for a short smoke.
I stuffed my old Markus Fohr clay with Orlik Golden Sliced and sat in my patio rocker as I smoked, watching my pup and my daughter’s and son-in-law’s two new pups, a Shepherd/Hound mix, and a German Shepherd the size of a Buick, romp around the back yard. My 13-year-old Puggat keeps the two “toddlers” in line.
I sipped a dram of The Macallan 12 as I enjoyed the idyllic scene.