What could be cuter than Ashley’s little pink tongue?

What could be cuter than Ashley’s little pink tongue?
Dunno whether the self-storage place next door plows their own parking lot or hires it done, but either way I bet they’re not thrilled.
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.
Ashley and I have been figuring out how the dog should be walked, in order to get her enough exercise that she isn’t a pest, and to make sure that she doesn’t have “accidents” in the house. Here’s how things seem to be shaping up:
The Fourth Walk doesn’t always happen, if she doesn’t seem to need to go out before our main meal of the day, so some days we’re already down to six walks per day. (We were doing about eight walks per day for the first several weeks, as anything less led to peeing or pooping in the house.)
Longer term, I’m hoping to get down to about four walks: First walk, Long walk of the morning, Long walk of the afternoon, and Just before bedtime.
Wish me luck.
Although we’re doing slightly fewer walks, we’re probably walking longer distances—I’m averaging a full 8 miles per day last week and this week.
While walking Ashley, happened upon this probably immature hawk on the fence.
He let me walk right past, without flying away.