Lucy warily eyes a squirrel which is thirty feet up in the silver maple tree.
Lucy sits pretty . . .
. . . if a little akimbo.
A fine companion.
fine companion with which to share the first morning of Daylight Saving Time.
Having none of it.
Fitzi invites Lucy to play. Lucy is having none of it.
Revisiting a fall evening with Achilles, aka Chili Dog, gone on ahead.
All tucked in.
And emitting a gentle, rippling snore.
It’s good to have a dog.
We are so blessed to have him.
Soft lamplight favours Lucy.