Big Linc, Little Linc, and Nick

Yesterday I got the royal trail tour from Pam. I have lived here most of my life, and I am just now learning of these places? The dogs cannot believe I could possibly not know this. There are trails here. There are lakes. There are trails and lakes. There are trails that lead to lakes. Lakes = swimming. Does it matter that the water is like 10 degrees F? Apparently not. There were miles upon miles and miles of wooded awesome rocking trails, and tons of water access. I had the greatest time, and so did they.

Witness Big Linc, Little Linc, and Nick. Swimming. In North Carolina. In January:

OK, so it is a cell phone picture, and it's awful. Up front is Linc, in the middle is Nick, and see waaaaay back there, that other black Linc-looking thing? That's Rogue. He's an Aussie. His registered name should have been "Auntie Laura's Puppy". He's not a Border Collie and I really don't care. He's pretty darned cute on sheep (has a good bit of go-around in him, and that cute little fluffy wiggly black butt just kills me). He wants to come live with his Auntie Laura. He's like a little sweeter Linc that listens. Want. Unfortunately, so far Pam refuses to cough up the puppy. I even tried to make an even trade, and no go.

For the sake of keeping it real, though, here is a true confession. I took this picture here...

'cuz I thought it was Linc.