Yesterday afternoon, as the sun set, we took the dogs out front to play a bit. Zoie is becoming quite adventurous. Here, I think she’s picking up a stick. (It was hard to see through the viewfinder at dusk.) And off she goes. I’m praising her for her first retrieve. And then, realization hits.
Here, I’m screaming to MLH, “Oh, my God, Honey! Catch her! It’s a dead squirrel!”…as she beelines for our open front door. MLH caught her right before she got through the threshold.