Unlike all my previous Shelties, Avery LOVES balloons. She likes chasing and punching them with her nose, and if they pop sometimes, the noise doesn’t bother her.
This was my morning: watching fluffy white clouds drift over the fluffy white waves, under the awe-inspiring curve of a rainbow, all from the soothing warmth of a hot tub, as cool breezes played in the air.
Not sure I’m ready to go back to real life. Not sure at all.
Picture this: stricken expression of a dog who’s convinced she’s somehow controlling the car by concentrating hard enough.
It’s like when a little kid thinks they’re playing an arcade machine on demo… except much higher stakes, and less chance of being given actual control.