She’s all like I have no idea, will you throw the ball left or right, left or right, surprise me…
Finally got the team together for a photo.
In Neils defense, he was just basking in the sun on HIS balcony before Nicks barged out, surprising him.
He now does usually let her walk past without snarling.
If there ever was a time to drive a Swedish car with a sturdy leather interior, it is now.
But no, I’m driving a Honda swathed in velour, if Nicks even glances at a panel, it becomes coated in spit and mud.
WE either have to become MUCH better at sitting still, or just give up on the interior.
I know, I know, it must be the former, or all paths will lead to hell.
A brief rest in the shade.
She does slow down after a while – and finally, a real sunny day seemed tiring.
This is playing Tennis-fetch, *after* a good round of soccer.
Soccer was exhausting for both of us, much more interactive than Tennis where I just get to whack the ball as far as possible!
Her favourite hot day hangout is amongst the cool ivy.