fleeting visions

By eyeGillian

Snow shark

Well, another storm has come and gone, and everything is white again. And the dogs are prancing around in the back yard, yelling Yippee! In their own corgi way, rolling and sliding on the hard ice pellet crust and chasing each other around circles. So of course I had to join in the fun, especially as the sun came out mid-afternoon and I'm tired of being cooped up inside.

My job is simple: throw the toy, throw the toy again, repeat until dog collapses or it is supper time, which ever comes first (it helps that the dogs always seem to expect supper half-an-hour earlier every day). Seriously though, what could be more fun than watching the dogs playing, and seeing their silly happy dog faces and sparkling eyes!

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