Despite this blurry and out of focus image shot in low light, it is easy to see relaxed and at ease Achilles’ tongue simply hanging. I do think he either does not know or care whether his tongue is out. Whichever (or for another reason), it is most amusing and endearing.
Lucy is tuckered out after a lengthy session with the Chuck-it!
These leaves added colour and cheer to a dull, grey, damp, chill stroll.
Lacking a hard freeze so far, falls’ colours have been subdued, and that’s fine. One must see into oneself more deeply to appreciate subdued colours.
Achilles, dozing on the deck of a pet friendly cottage we recently visited. We took only him, leaving Fitzi and Lucy at home in the care of a trusted sitter.
Nearby trees appear to arch almost directly overhead.
I came across this rainbow. So close, so close. Was there a pot of gold at the end?
That is a good question.