Our Black Dog had a treat-filled week.
And that's how every week should be, says he!
He and his sister tossed treats in the air with glee.
They even clashed teeth as the tried to snarf the treats raining through the air.
And, at the end, strings of slobber hung between their faces.
Only now do I realize how extraordinary it is that neither of them feels the need to guard their treats. They've had lives filled with plenty of food, and they are both secure in the knowledge that food will fill their bowls every day for the rest of their lives.
His Zen Black Dog Brother is here to help him.
It is indeed a Happy Black Dog Sunday.