Perfect night for a weenie roast

I recently met up with a few friends for a bonfire. You see, here in Nashville it’s cold. And when I say cold, I mean it’s colder than a brass toilet seat on the shady side of an iceberg. We even moved the bonfire up from 7pm to 4pm, which had me as happy as a hound dog with two tails. Speaking of dogs, it was a “perfect night for a weenie roast,” as someone said.

Also, there were real dogs there, too.

However, I could tell when it was time for me to go. It was when I started making comments about how nice it is to have a warm home to go to. It was also when my fingers were feeling like frozen weenies. Great night, though! I’m thankful for friends I can spend time with who are adventurous, outdoorsy, and dog people.

-Out of the Wilderness