Afternoon dog lope

The light was gorgeous in the hood. The dogs appreciated a bit of spring. Days like this make it hard to imagine living anywhere else.
Old Doc is 11, Miss Boo is probably the same. Somebody said to me this morning they had an old dog about the same size as Blender that lived to be 17. Great. Now that they’re both so good and basically no longer mischievous it’s sort of sad to think back on the punishments I meted out for their canine transgressions. They really just look forward to spending time with each other and with us these days. And dinner. Hard not to love that.
imageSunset over Iron Mountain
imageHeaded down Sandy — a very sloooooow lope.