Missy and I had just come in from about 40 minutes in the pasture when C. asked if I wanted to take the dogs to the pasture. Sure! Why not? Let’s go!!
|Rocky became filthy.|
|Missy became wet.|
|And they played some stick.|
And now– off to read a book! I’m not kidding. I have time to read a book that’s not about dogs.
Oh! I could start a fire and read a book in front of the fire. No. That would be pushing my luck.