Buddy getting a little TLC from a friend on a morning walk. Diesel, the big dog to the left, is much more a people dog than a dog dog. Donna has been enjoying televised coverage of the Tour de France.Oh so exhausted from a busy day of eating and napping. It's tough being a dog. Sunrise with BuddyGolden light, golden dog. Getting tucked in for the night. That's a crud line, not a tan line near my ankles. After our Sunday morning ride we opted to hang out at the coast for a bit – not the prettiest spot but not at all crowded, either. Chillin' out after 90 minutes in the (bike) saddle. Buddy doing what he does best – being lazy. He takes after me. Usually Buddy has no interest in being anywhere near water. During a Sunday afternoon walk he decided to break precedent and venture into the (very muddy) creek. The result of exploring a very muddy creek bed. Buddy's good side. Tunnel vision. Don't do the crime if you can't do the time – time for an outdoor 'bath.'We usually stick around the house on Sunday evenings. This week we decided to head to BJ's for an early dinner. This was the only shot I managed to get before they dropped the blinds and killed my lighting. A trip to Ulta after dinner at BJ's – I was the only guy in the entire place. Ok, there was ONE other guy in the store – this handsome gentleman. Sunday's ride through Sycamore Canyon with Donna.
