For those of you who have little brothers, ’nuff said. For those that don’t, never fear, about a nanosecond after I took this shot, Des turned on the afterburners and opened up a sizable lead on the bitey one.
We’ve been quiet this week. To keep our summary short, Duncan and I had far too many visits to the vet, apparently to test how high my blood pressure can go. Let’s just say we’re thankful for dog doctors who love their work, and are more than willing to take enough time to get to the bottom of a problem. We begin this week feeling optimistic, and looking forward to getting seriously ripped on our therapy bosu ball. (To provide clarification; Duncan will be the one getting ripped, I will provide moral support and motivation in the form of cookies).
It’s been a dry winter here, so after a recent snow, the pups threatened to mutiny if they didn’t get to go and romp in it. Des tried to play keep-away with everyone, but he’s far faster than the other pups now…so he spent a lot of time looping around re-engaging the game of chase. With all the training we do, sometimes it’s just fun to watch them be goofy together. I hope you enjoy their antics as much as I did!
Lucy, our Frog Dog, hit the snow to show the boys how it’s done. Allez, allez, ALLEZ!! Go go GO! Tres magnifique, ma petite choux.
And then Des hit a Bulldog Speed Bump.
Even Angus, AKA the Big Red Truck (named for obvious reasons) joined the fun. For a ten and a half year old Boxer, he’s still got some go. You can see Des wisely pace him and not attempt to pass. Sometimes the Big Red Truck gets overly excited and loses a wheel.
Des: “Play with me! PLAAAAY with me!!”
Either that, or he’s practicing levitation. In that case…Wingardium Leviosa!
At the end of the day, everybody crashed with their respective blankies, having had a blast outside. Angus, our old boy, fell asleep with a big Boxer grin on his face. And I got an hour of solace with two merlies passed out in my lap. A pretty good end to a pretty fine day.