Lucy, on a recent morning when we had time to enjoy each others’ company.
Dozy dog.
Tag: Lucy
What a smart girl.
The dogs and I played outside. Lucy had her ball. Then we went inside; she did not have her ball.
Later, after dark, I let the dogs out for their last pee break. Before that I put them into a sit stay. Lucy looked up at the top of the clothes washer where we keep dog toys. She was looking for her ball. I said no it’s not up there it’s outside.
I said ‘Find your ball!’ Then I let her out, repeating ‘Find your ball!’ And less than two minutes later she brought it back.
What a smart girl.
Stick.
There are many sticks in the world. This is my stick, therefore this is the best stick in the world.
Dogs playing.
It is good to see our dogs playing.
It is rough . . .
. . . being a dog in our home. Sometimes you have to sleep on the back of the couch.
Although I copyrighted this photo, Faye gets all the credit for taking it.
Ball girl, redux.
Ball girl.
Golden girl.
Our golden girl.
That was OK?
Well . . . you know I really like hockey balls . . . they are my favourite toy . . . and I smelled the bag . . . and it was full of them . . . and it was within reach . . . and well I wanted to make sure you got the number you ordered . . . wanted to help . . . hope that was OK?
Yes that’s OK Lucy.
A blur.
A play session between Fitzi and Lucy developed so quickly I could not capture a moment. It was a blur.
