Last Saturday, Clif and I took care of the granddogs while Mike and Shannon visited with relatives. The day was dry and warm, perfect for yard work, perfect for dogs to frolic in the yard.
Holly and Somara are both young dogs, and how fun it was to watch them race and chase each other. Liam, who at nearly eleven is, ahem, a senior dog, mostly just watched. However, once in a while Liam would rouse himself to join in on the fun. All too often, when I should have been raking, I would just stand and watch the dogs as they played.
I wasn’t able to take pictures of the dogs as they raced—too fast for my little camera—but I was able to get a few shots between frolics.
Dogs, leaves, a fire in the fire pit at night, S’mores. November, too, has its delights.