Runnin' Up On Ya

Meet Trixie on the left and Porridge on the right. Again, not my dogs but 3M and I took them for a walk while their servant was at work. I said to 3M that I wouldn't bother taking the ball with us as we were going to the rocky shore. Fatal mistake. Trixie lives to run and catch so she picked up stones that were almost as big as her head, dropped them at our feet and lay there staring at the stone until we threw it. If we ignored that she'd bark at the stone for having the audacity not to move. Porridge is ... beyond adorable. Big, floppy thing that walks as if he's marching. Lives for hugs. I'm going to have to kidnap him.