I have always loved Lucy’s floppy ears, and am so grateful that they were not cropped by one of her previous owners.
Loved.
Tag: Lucy
Something caught her eye.
I saw nothing out of the ordinary. But then, I am not a dog so I obviously missed it whatever it was.
Tuckered out.
We spent much of a recent very pleasant spring day outside tending to things that needed tending to. Lucy and Fitzi did the same, and all the activity left Lucy quite tuckered out.
A tired dog is a good dog.
Ball girl.
It’s good.
It’s good to share couch time with a good dog.
Keeps a close watch.
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.
Life is good.
Profile.
Our weekend morning ritual is coffee and reading in bed; we invite Fitzi and Lucy up to share some quiet together time.
Lucy often watches out the window on these mornings. I caught her in profile.
Place holder.
Lucy dozed off on the couch once the game ended. We had been going through seed catalogs; she held our place when we got up to tend to things.
Same game, different location.
Tug o’ war continued in the living room. We finish drying laundry on a rack in the living room and Fitzi was inside the duvet cover tent’.
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