We’ve been playing ball in the long grasses (which are still long, but no longer tall, mashed flat by winter winds and cemented to the earth by the rains) lately, because a) less mud and b) a better work out, navigating through the peaks and valleys and c) sometimes the ball gets lost in the grass mounds and they have to put their sniffers to work to find it. An all around more engaging exercise time than just playing Dumb Ball on the lawn.
But there are other creatures in the long grasses too, and a full seven of the 10 dogs prefer to hunt for them than play ball.
Sometimes, stupid puppies don’t know where the long grasses end and the muddy ditches begin, and then this happens.
And we’ve been seeing a lot more of these lately, also hunting for the creatures in the long grasses.
As long as they aren’t hunting these, we’re cool with sharing the space.
If I bring out a more novel toy, I can get a better percentage of dogs playing versus dogs hunting.
Little Man is getting his fetch on!
(how he hasn’t been adopted yet, I’ll never know)
He’s even willing to take on The Flamboyance(tm)!
The fabulous Miss P is having a good hind-end week and has not needed her wheels at all.
Winter is having a good anxiety week, and had one of his rare attack-of-the-for-no-reason-zoomies, which I managed to snatch a photo of.
Everyone is having fun
and lovin’ life.
No exciting stories this week, just a little snapshot of our wonderful lives :) Happy Weekend!