Too bad it doesn't work to stop the barking.
We paid a visit to Hayward Lake today.
It's got some groovy scenery.
But the beach was too small, and in terrible light, to get any really good photos.
So sometimes, you have to rely on comic relief.
Ruger was no help in this department, as he is Very Serious About Fetching Sticks. No room for fun, k?
Well, maybe a *little* room
I had ONE shot at a group photo, before Dexter and Cal took off. Notice how Cheryl's dogs are looking at her, and all of mine are ignoring me (except Dexter, who is trying to silently convince me to give his release command)
I know why Piper is ignoring me ... I am making her wear a t-shirt. Last night I found a gross, disgusting, inflamed and painful looking hot spot on her chest. After cleaning it up, I put one of my old t-shirts on her to protect it and keep her from scratching. She hates me now.
At least Cal still loves me. And by me, I mean the cookies in my pocket.
DID SOMEBODY SAY COOKIE?!?!?!