Now that, alas, the summer is over, and the morning winds are smelling of apples and autumn, here's a report on how the pup spent the last dog days (excuse the pun) of August. She....
Crossed over a stream:
Climbed up a hill:
Checked to see if the blackberries were ripe yet (they weren't):
Walked by the river with Howard and me:
Chased a stick:
Brought it back again:
Was startled when three more black dogs appeared:
Got very wet:
Found a very smelly ball:
Gave up the ball in exchange for a very big bone:
And fell asleep in the sun beside Howard, snoring softly, dreaming sweet canine dreams.
