This happens almost every day – I buy cow knuckles for both dogs but after about 20 minutes Harley drops his bone and stares down Gerturde’s cow knuckle.
It does not matter that Harley has a perfectly good cow knuckle behind him because Gertrude’s cow knuckle seems more desirable.
He wants it because she has it.
Dunn Brothers is a common stop on our morning dog walks. The dogs are incredibly patient.
I love that New England is buried under feet of snow and it’s in the 60’s in Minneapolis. This extended fall is gorgeous.
I almost didn’t take the dogs to the Minnehaha dog park because it started raining, but I know they love it too much to pass it up.
The leaves around Minneapolis are turning orange again and I actually bought a pea coat, this fall thing is mighty real.
Some of us are less amused than others.
I’m cramming some Lake Calhoun time in before it starts freezing. Dog-hair-in-car be dammed.
With no school year to mark the time for me anymore, I guess summer ends with the Minnesota State Fair. There’s probably a meteorological date or something, but lamb on a stick is a better way to mark the seasons.
I’m ending summer with a new view of the skyline, but I’m still in Minneapolis.
My boyfriend doesn’t listen to me.
I told him that I did not want a birthday president. I don’t like celebrating my birthday and I think gifts are unnecessary hassles. So what does he do? He arranges a weekend in Grand Marais. Ugh.
And of course it’s fun and intensely beautiful.
I know I keep referring to “the dogs” on this blog and yet only posting pictures of Harley, the bullmastiff. Don’t worry, I haven’t murdered my Rottweiler yet. It’s just that spastic doesn’t photograph well.
Until today!
We signed the lease to our new place today. So of course the dogs and I spent most of our time at Lake of the Isles.
