July 21st. The big day.
He was just waiting for us to come for him.
There was some play time. All the youngsters getting in on it. There’s a pile of chew toys under there somewhere.
Susan showed us a little of what the boy could do. Here he’s starting a Down.
He sits so very hard. As if sheer determination will get bigger, better cookies.
It was a long ride home. Gizmo gets car sick. He’s a pretty good sport about it, but it’s not how he likes to spend the day.
Once home he had a good run around the work yard and got some treats.
Met the old dog.
Posed for a nice portrait. My Two Dudes
Had a really wild run from the barn to the rock wall and back and forth chasing Jim.
He can really get the ears and lips and tongue flying.
Then got to wade in the bucket.
That wet dog look is one that we’re getting used to.
This isn’t going to be quite as cute in January. No, he isn’t going to give up playing in the buckets just because it’s 30 degrees outside instead of 90.
At the end of the day — at the end of almost every day. He smiles.
