I looked out the window and thought, what a lovely time for a walk. The sun was shining, the air was crisp, there was a bright patch of blue in the sky.
When we arrived at the river it looked like this...
Within minutes, all the dogs were soaked to the skin.
They didn't care about wet fur. Like crack addicts all they care about is their next fix.
They are slaves to the ball...
I wish I could hear what goes on in their heads. Something tells me it would be like...
I think I need to work with them on their communication skills.