nightly walks

My walks begin like this. I get carried across the prairie grass which grows taller than me and makes me itch. I know it doesn't look like much in this picture, but this photo is deceiving and it really is TALL grass.

Then I'm lowered to the ground and freedom rings!

This is Zoe, one of my new friends. He looks like an oreo cookie, and I'm trying to see if he smells like chocolate.

No, he's all dog, but he sure looks good enough to lick.

And this is Nugget. Doesn't he remind you of Paris Rains?

Nugget is a strange one. When his dad hits a ball into a hole, he just sits down beside him instead of chasing the ball. So although he looks like Paris, I don't think he acts like her. And then my walks end like this, where I collapse on the floor or in somebody's arms. Life is good!