A roll in the hay

My Woman is trying to get me interested in things other than sleeping. This afternoon she took me outside and made me walk in the meadow with her. I didn’t want to walk. I had other plans.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author: Dakota Dawg

Dakota lived high in Colorado and was a member of the February Furballs. He lost a front leg to soft tissue sarcoma on 2-11-11. Dakota impulsively decided to see what the whole "rainbow bridge" business was about on 12-15-12 and before we could stop him, he was gone. But never forgotten. Never.

6 thoughts on “A roll in the hay”

  1. What an adventure Dakota ! Mary is so jealous! We don’t have any beautiful meadows in the part of California we live in! That grass looks soft and fun. What a beautiful day with your beautiful pup 🙂

    Warm wishes,

    Mary the big red dog 😉

  2. wooo Dakota you cant beat a good old roll, cant wait for the grass to grow again around here 🙂

    Khumbu, Bruno and the hu’parents

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