

Chewing on a pant cuff is something



Chewing on a pant cuff is something

Ashley’s place in the sun is very narrow, but she’s found it.

Most of the time—unless I need to go somewhere in particular—I let Ashley pick where we go on a walk. Today, instead of wanting to check all the things, Ashley wanted to head to, and then cross, the busy street.

By then I’d figured it out: She was leading me back to where yesterday she spent the morning at puppy daycare.
Sadly, it only happens twice a month. Happily, Ashley has been signed up for the next one.
What could be cuter than Ashley’s little pink tongue?

I keep looking at Ashley all stretched out thinking, “I wish I were that flexible!” But actually, I am that flexible: I spend hours a day in full hip extension.

Ashley, Jackie with a martini, and my beer.

A moment before this picture was taken I had a little joke in mind: Ashley had picked up a big piece of bark, and I was going to say she was barking.
You can see a tiny piece of bark in her mouth yet. About right for my tiny joke.
