Revisiting a fall evening with Achilles, aka Chili Dog, gone on ahead.
And emitting a gentle, rippling snore.
We are so blessed to have him.
Soft lamplight favours Lucy.
Watching my dogs watching their world.
This hard maple chunk has been Fitzi’s go-to chew toy for about five years. Doesn’t splinter, break into potentially swallowable pieces.
Why doesn’t this ball auto-throw so I can chase it?
Lucy has retired for the evening, as am I.