Easter Sunday with Judge

Some people hunt for eggs in their yard, Judge hunts for tennis balls at the park.

… and almost two ducks, who speedily swam away before he could catch them. That was my fault. I threw a stick in the river knowing he’d chase it, but I didn’t see the ducks until the stick had left my hand. Whoops.

Again, I can report the ducks did get away and enjoyed their Sunday.

Loch Ness Judge. Can you spot him?

As Judge came back from his failed duck hunt, he spotted his next target out of my sight: a pile of animal ribs washed upon the shore, half-buried in some sand. By the time I made it over to where he was, he was on his back frolicking in the filth.

And that’s precisely when the fun ended and bath time began. Don’t you love the smell of wet dog?

-ZM