While I sat outside with a coffee, Wiggle found his Nylabone and lay down for a chew:
Not sure what was going through Sofy's mind.....
Thinking over, Sofy sat and sniffed the air insteas:
It's still sunny so once their dinner's have gone down, Wiggle and Sofy will go for a stroll in the last of the sunshine for the day
Sofy is just perfectly content in being there, just smelling the air. How can life be any better for her and Wiggle?
ReplyDeleteWiggle must be sharpening his teeth.