This is a close-up of the terrain on Lucy’s back and hip.
I smile when looking at Lucy’s flipped-back ears.
I am so glad they were not cropped to make them stand up by whomever owned her when she was young.
A dog toy can be as simple as a chunk of hard maple.
A good dog toy can be as simple as an empty juice bottle. Bonus: it crackles and crumples most satisfyingly.
Our ball girl Lucy was very briefly distracted by a bird in the neighbours’ yard.
It seems that a stink dog decided that the milk jug was a chew toy. And I believed that it was out of reach.
Fortunately no milk was involved.
Fitzi is very alert – anyone, anything , everyone, everything passing by our property gets his attention.
Fitzi, carrying a toy, looks back at Lucy, inviting her to play.
Much loved, valued, and treasured Fitzi.
Lucy sat-stayed long enough for me to capture a good image. I think this captures the fact that she can be a very serious and intense dog.