Not together, obviously. If so, the dead bird would be hanging limply from the dog’s jaws. Daisy would be very proud of herself and we would naturally have to congratulate her for the magnificent kill. Dachshund life, you know.
The dove just kept walking toward me, as if daring the dogs or I to make a move. I had to take a picture of such a bold bird.
It’s boring right now. But I think boring is good. My main functions these days are clearing out closets and watching Midsummer Murders. All good.
I didn’t renew my WP premium package, so changes… they are a’comin. Hey, a hundred bucks is… just that. And needed for other things now.