Here I am checking out this nice hole to dig in.
And here I am supervising Monty while he is digging. I'm just waiting for him to get out of my way so I can take over, but he's a digging FREAK, so he just kept at it.
Here I am STILL trying to get at that hole, and Monty just won't give it up.
When we got home, some of us took turns laying on our favorite big patio step. Abby went first, she's a gimpy after having surgery on both her knees. The fur still hasn't grown back on her right leg, and her last (of 3) surgeries on that knee was in January. Even the vet isn't sure why it isn't growing back yet. This is a good example of why NOT to shave a northern breed dog!
I was even nice enough to let the girly boy Kona take a turn. But, then I decided the nice step was mine, so I took it over. Mom has it all nice and covered with a blanket for our comfort.
It was a great day, and with all that exercise we spent the rest of the evening napping. Since it got dark so much earlier, we were really confused and thought it was bed time way too early. What's up with these humans and this time change thing? I swear, I will never understand them.
(what time is it?)