sisterly love

Early walkies along the Cuckoo Trail. By the time we returned home at 10am the puppies were panting from the heat. Emily and Storm flaked out on the floor while Grace was happy to watch the world go by. Emily decided she needed a fluffy pillow so she hopped up to cuddle up to Grace.

I was watching the way each pup walks. Grace trots along in an even stride, rarely stopping to sniff. Storm has an easy pace maybe because he has the longest legs. He rushes from side to side of the path to check out sniffs and always uses the fullest extent of his lead. Emily walks fast, is a frequent stopper to leave wee-mails and hops standing on her back legs if she sees a bird she wants to chase.

I suppose this is why Grace was still awake while the other two were sleeping.