July 16, 2017

White Dog deserved a little "Me" time; she had, after all, tended the White Dog Army on Opera Night with extra  tasks that  included nursing both Stormer and YoYoMa in the throes of tummy sickies as well as keeping Benson's separation anxiety in check.

I nodded toward the door. "Come on, let's go to the park," I mouthed. She was moving toward the door as Steve opened it AND the van slider. Before any other pup could respond, she was out and in Pumpkin. The others got jerky treats and a promise that we would be home soon. They seemed contented to munch in the cool air.

It was a hot day but in the shade we found a gentle breeze and comfort. And a chance to do zoomies and rest in the grass.

1 comment:

Random Felines said...

nothing wrong with a little "me" time sometimes