First, in his lion pose, he surveys the beach. Secondly, he races to a potential play-around with other dogs. Thirdly, the madcap chasing ensues. Finally, he returns with his gigantic tongue hanging out like a victory cigar.
Yesterday two of our dogs pulled apart what had been my favorite pair of worn out hiking socks. I donated them for the cause: keeping dogs occupied during the pandemic. They always battle to a draw.
A few months ago Molly, right, taught George, a foster puppy how to play “nicely.” George was since adopted, but will be stopping by later in June for a reunion.