As you all may recall I'm part of a group of adults who like to do furniture refinishing. I had wanted to do this forever. We also sit around at lunch time and solve the worlds problems. One of the ladies who belongs to a walking group was telling us about a trip her group had taken to Nevada. As they were walking along they stumbled on a large rattler, yes the snake variety. He didn't rattle. And so began snake stories. My contribution was one at my mom's house. Most summers, when my boys were young, we'd spend many weeks at my mom's house. It was our home away from home. I did windows and gardening and the boys had this vast yard to play in, and dogs, and cats, and birds. My mother would always tell us these outrageous stories of snakes in her yard, or garage of someplace else. But, one day we were in the yard, I can't remember what I was doing , but my son Daniel was out with my mom's German Shepherd, Ara (Ah rah) just walking around looking for trouble, when all of a sudden Ara pinned my boy against the wall and started barking. You can well imagine the panic in my step as I wonder what the H... the dog was doing, she'd always been so gentle with him. When I arrived on the spot, there it was a big yellow stripped snake curled up in the sun. Ara was protecting my boy from that evil snake.My sister Barbie (she hates when we call her that) is doing a 365 photo a day challenge. This is her most recent. It's not our Shepherd, but it's "Shadow" or at least that's who I'm saying it is. She could be posting this photo on Shadow Sunday. Got any snake stories?