Looks like my dog Bill, is deep in thought. Wonder what he's thinking.
Could it be that he doesn't like the fact that the leaves are changing and that
we have to leave the cottage soon, and won't be back until spring?
Is he thinking about the great summer he had?
Or is he thinking, wow, I can't believe those impatiens are blooming like that and
it's so cold at night now, with hardly any leaves left on the trees.