Yesterday, as the evening started to cool down, I sat out on the deck with a nice, cold, Brooklyn Pils and a "La Gloria Cubana." Sofie came out with me and did her usual wander around the backyard.
After a short while, Mary came out, and spotted Sofie down in the yard, on her back as shown here. This is a spring ritual, but at 17, we didn't think she was flexible enough to do this anymore.
But there you go, she'd gotten over and was enjoying a roll in the grass. When she got back up on the deck, there was a contented doggie grin and cuttings falling off her back.
That's why I always say "A dog is happier than you or I can ever be."
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