Another scorcher today. Somebody said it's supposed to be fall.
I took the dogs out for a run this morning. They headed straight for the pond. Just as well. I didn't feel like fighting through poison ivy in the woods and head-high giant ragweed along the field edges. Right now, I can't imagine temperatures in the 50s, let a alone frost. But the dogs were glad to be out.
Who said treeing dogs won't fetch?
Maggs is a Chesapeake Bay Retriever wannabe