The beasts were at it again.
As you can see, Roxie came for a visit.
We cleared out the upstairs room for play space.
It's a good thing: they wrestled like a couple of eight year old boys.
What one didn't think of, the other one did.
Pretty much this is what went down for the whole weekend.
We brought up water, but they didn't drink until their tongues were hanging out. No one wanted to yield.
And then they demanded a snack. (This is Roxie's expectant look)
A three minute break ... to catch their breath
And then right back at it, wrestling and playing.
We showed Roxie how to play soccer. She loved it so much she woke me up at 3 in the morning on Sunday "to go" outside and went right for the ball. I guess she could see it from the bedroom window and thought of that good idea all by herself.
There was a lot of field time with tight supervision, but it didn't help. Roxie does not come back when called. The triangle, the Hubs' whistles, and my strange hooting sound were all necessary to get her back. Thank goodness the sheep were gone or we'd have never seen her again.
So we constructed a makeshift dog run just for a break. See their happy faces being outside for a while and on their own?
New Toy Alert! The Hubs found something fun to do while we were outside. And me? I was running for towels! The dogs were in the mud!
