Having partaken of not one, but TWO, most stimulating walkies on Saturday, combined with curiously draining sun baking, come Sunday, I was more than happy to enjoy my meaty bone in the yard whilst the Pea went off on his walkies in search of the last of the big snow.
Nommy, nom, nom, nom.
There are still some wicked pissah big snow banks to be found, but they are not looking all that fresh.
Hey! See the cop car in the background? Must be a snow bank stake out.
It is always most intriguing to discover what is buried in the giant snow that lines our local parking facilities.
Here the Pea discovers a wheelie contraption that was likely abandoned by some drunken college student who had wheeled down to the center for additional libations only to forget his chosen mode of transport for the evening.
Ever the optimist, the little dude always takes a detour to the fence surrounding the cement pond to find out if it has opened for the season.
Almost, buddy, almost.
Upon his return, he was most oddly full of beans. Toot toot! Actually, I don't really know what that means, but he certainly was bouncy.
This was likely due to his less than labraspeed walkies of late and denial of tennis ball so that he can recover from his lyme diseases without becoming addicted to pain killers.
Well, I, Mango, was feeling a bit bouncy myself. After all, it is springtime which brings nice soft grass for running upon and hot sun to stimulate my mentals.
Oh do forgive the blurry photos. It seems the DOH has still not learned to hold herself still when chronicling our action. Or, perhaps, the breakneck speeds at which I move defy digitals.
Check out my hind quarters extension. Oh yeah, who has been doing his therapy ball stretches like a good doggie?
Here we come! The two best doggies in the whole wide world (just ask momma).
I don't know about the squirt, but I was WIPED OUT! Needed a rest before making my way across that big old yard to my water bowl for some refreshments.
Mango Man! Oh yeah!