Time Machine

We adopted our dog Pancho when he was somewhere between 12 and 18 months old (it turns out my guess was as good as the vet's). Emily often asks and wonders what Pancho was like as a puppy. She adds that she never could have gotten anything done since he would have been too cute to stay away from for five seconds.

Anyway, last Friday I took some pictures of the fall colors along the Mississippi River near our house. Pancho went with me. And for some reason, in this picture below he looks like a puppy. Photoshop could not have done a better job of making Pancho look like a puppy. I don't know how it happened, and I don't think I could duplicate this picture ever again. I guess the old saying is true: it's better to be lucky than good/smart.

Who needs Photoshop when I have a Delorian, the flux capicitor, and 1.21 gigowatts of electricity?