The Dizziest Pic

When we go for long walkies, I come home not tired as you might think, but with extra super powers that have to be put to use somehow. Preferably before we go inside, according to mum. This is me (obviously) doing Fetch with a glove, since nothing better was brought along, at top speed. Which is saying something, the top speed part.

We did the claw clipping thing today, which is totally unfair since Johanna did it only last week. The thing is, she does it differently, they end up dog show-style rather than adventurous explorer poodle-style. I try to argue that I will wear them down naturally, with my climb every mountain-attitude, but to no avail.