This is what a happy puppy looks like

Larsen collapses in a heap Sunday afternoon after a run and a bath.




Everyone got up at the crack of dawn, piled into the car, along with MaryAnne and Chance, and headed to the lake.  Larsen and Chance chased every critter on wing and foot, swam in circles, and found the bottom of a mud hole.  We saw (possibly) a fox or coyote den dug into the mud side of one of the steep grades around the Allatoona lake, and saw the scraggly creatures slinking from hole to hole.  We were too far away to see exactly what they were, but the animals seemed somewhat catlike and sinister, which strikes me as being fox or coyote.  They were not possum or raccoons.

We continued on our way and met up with a tour-bus full of people observing the Civil War battleground and eyeing our filthy dogs.  We found our way home, scrubbed Larsen, dried him, and brushed his coat as though he were going into the ring.  He smells great, and he is a tired, happy dog.

A nice Sunday morning run.