The dogs have had crazy cabin fever lately, so we got them out for a hike at Mason Neck State Park on Saturday. Holy crap, they both acted like they were training for the Iditarod and didn't stop pulling the entire way. I think we need to get a dog sled - or at least a wagon - so Larry and I can sit on our butts and let the beasts pull us! Mush!
This photo cracks me up - Gravy, always so enthusiastic about everything and ready to go go go, and Banjo, my curmudgeonly little bear sitting on his butt. Gravy would walk 500 miles if we let him (and whines if we pause to tie a shoe or get a drink), while Banjo runs upstairs and hides in the closet when we get the leash out.
Flooded bridge and squishy socks.
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