A bonehead and her bone. Dora-dog is very typical in this regard, and she loves to spend some of her time, chasing, then licking, and finally gnawing on any bone that happens to come into her domain. However, when there is no bone to be found, a stick is an ample substitute.
And if the stick happens to be down by her local beach, all the better. She has plenty to choose from at this location, and she could chase a stick for as long as you want to keep throwing it. That is, until some of her four-legged companions arrive, and then it's stick schmik, and Dora-dog is off and running. No other bonehead can keep up with her, and she's had plenty of competition. Running is without a doubt Dora-dog's favourite activity. With the exception of the other day, I've never seen her voluntarily quit running around. But two days ago, on our beach journey, it just so happened that many of the neighbourhood boneheads were there as well. Dora ran, and swam and ran and swam and ran some more. Finally, she came up beside me on the beach, and sat down exhausted. She had finally found her limit. At least for that part of the day. By afternoon she was at it again running around and around in the backyard, chasing squirrels and having a ball.
Here were just a few of her beach companions from the other day.
The look on Dora-dog's face tells you all you need to know.
In case you need a closer look at happiness, see below.
After all that exercise, it's time to return home, and relax for a while.
As far as she is concerned, it has been a good day to be alive. There will be more activity before bedtime, but eventually it will be time to wind down and call it a day.
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BEDTIME
I will miss the company of Dora-dog and my friend Mary, as I wander off to my next house/pet sit back on Vancouver Island. Instead of Dora-dog, it's time to meet Doug the dog. The adventure continues.
maximizing my moments,
Paul
The Thoughtful Wanderer
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