Smores.

After lunch walk.

It’s your birthday. Make a wish.

That’s how we found her after a wheel came off and the cart flipped. (Mostly laughing.)

One of my final, early morning runs for the year. 31 degrees and I could barely see twenty yards in front of me once I got into the woods. Just amazing.

Almost showtime.

Sage advice.

“We’re going on a walk whether you like it or not.”

Meanwhile, twenty minutes later, they’re both laughing and sprinting through the park.