I hate going to the dog park on the weekends. Too many people, too many dogs, too many people with dogs they can't control.
But when it's threatening to snow, the riffraff stays home. "Hooray!" yells Leo.
Sophie was a little more subdued, but happy to take deep whiffs of whatever was wafting on the brisk breeze.
The water in the ponds is really low. Guess who went wading in the stinky mud?
I tried doing another portrait. Again, not great. But they're all in one spot for the moment.
Now we're home again. They had some dinner, and I need to wash Leo's feet more thoroughly. Peeeeeee-ewwww.