Lucy, ball in mouth.

Lucy, ball in mouth.

Lucy is tuckered out after a lengthy session with the Chuck-it!

A decent study of Lucy; she held still long enough for me to photograph her.
I love her floppy ears.

Lucy, before a thunderstorm chases us inside.

Please accept my apologies for going dark for several days. Computer issues have kept me off line.
The Alert One ensures that all is in order.

I want to get a photo of you, so sit. Stay. Stay right there.
Or not.


Eager and expectant, Lucy, presents the ball for its next launch from the Chuck-it! She has to drop it first, though, and within reach. (More often than not I make her sit, butt fully on the ground if only for a second.)

Please throw the ball.

Settled on the couch, check. Wubba toy at hand (er, paw), check.
Lucy is set for the evening.
