New Toy Day

Couple of clearance BarkBox toys arrived today, both with squeakies inside and lots of tufty hair to pull out. I've learned to take a photo of them as soon as they come out of the box because they will never be the same after a single round of play with the boys.

gimme gimme gimme

I can already taste that fur!

and yes, they get passed and back and forth, traded, and generally tugged on

that's a good chunk of fur hanging off Jake's tongue there

through it all, here's Bru

poor guy, he's a drowned rat now

March 1, Friday Morning

We almost missed our color. It was on full display when we stepped out the front door.

It was starting to fade along the block walk, spying between houses

So we hurried up and made it to the open space before the yellow took over entirely

Because after that, the sky turns into this gray-yellow of a half-healed bruise, which just falls flat.

See? That's the same cloud formation from my front door over the dog park. 

On our way out of the dog park we spotted a big hawk scanning the grass for breakfast.

She decided she didn't like us looking at her so she took flight.

To the very next tree.

The warm week means we're down to just little patches of snow to roll about in until the weekend when we should get another round.

Our morning ritual post-walk is quite prescribed now. We enter the house through the garage, picked up the sack of pecans from the pantry, remove the leashes, and step out the back door where he squirrels are already scurrying around the branches awaiting breakfast. 

I always think of this scene.