Saturday pups at the park

I'm happy to report that Cheyenne is recovering very well. In fact, last night when I got home from work, she barreled down the stairs to greet me, all full of circles and tail wags and oh my gosh, you're home, you're HOME, GUESS WHAT, YOU'RE HOME!

The past several days, she's been too sore and stiff from her surgery for that sort of activity (aka, her normal) and she's waited upstairs on the sofa bed until I got up there, the only activity being the thump thump thump of her tail.

So, this morning, I looked at her and as she danced around my feet whilst I scooped her puppy chow into her bowl, I knew she was well enough for the park. Her little friend Piedmont joined us there and Cheyenne taught him all about the thrill of finding and chewing sticks. And then she taught him about stealing sticks, which he quickly learned he could steal right back. Dogs.