For the dogs

As excited as Cheyenne was to be going somewhere, her weekend at the cabin was much like mine.  A lot of relaxing and not very much activity.  Which was perfect.





Her friend Abby, who normally is non-stop about the ball, the Ball, THE BALL, shocked the heck out of me with only one ball-tossing session demanded.  The rest of the time, she was happy with the furry bone I pulled out of the closet.



This last photo from the weekend is one of my favorite because it is typical Cheyenne.  If she were a kid, she'd be the kid who always screamed SHOTGUN! whenever you were heading to the car.