On weekend mornings we begin the day by sitting in bed, drinking a French press of coffee, surfing or reading. Fitzi and Lucy are welcome to join us.
Lucy usually keeps a close watch out the window for squirrels that may be bold enough to (in her opinion) trespass.
And after all these years I still love her floppy ears.
Lucy’s turn to rest on a dog bed (that she ruffled up) after a session playing fetch. What a pretty girl!
Fitzi, at rest. I love this good boy.
A carols its’ welcome to the new day.
I love hearing birdsong on a spring morning.
Stella’s paw . . . leaving an invisible mark on the grass and a tangible one in, on, my heart.
. . . inadequately describes my expression when I see Achilles dozing.
Kendal, nestled against Stella’s back.