Most of the time I just try to stay out of the way. On this morning a few weeks back, I took my camera out to capture the shenanigans. One of these days we’re going to get a video camera, but until then, while you’re scrolling through these you have to imagine that at any one moment four or five dogs out of the six are barking their silly faces off. And their voices cover quite a range, from Matilda’s cute little raspy bark to Blue’s long, deep bay and Sophie’s drama queen squeal, and everything in between. Good thing we live out in the country.
So. Here we go.
The morning games usually start with everyone standing around after breakfast, kind of scoping each other out.
Then somebody will get the ball rolling.
More often than not, that somebody is Andy.
Things begin to get a little revved up in the arena as everyone joins in.
*Whew!* I’m tuckered out!