Another Sunday morning at the river

There's no such thing as a bad Sunday morning at the river. It's always just a playground for dogs and today there was just a huge bunch there. Wesley of course threw himself into the thick of it - he doesn't know the meaning of the word "shy." Before we went to the river he sat down on the steps to the laundry room, waiting for me to get ready. This is the sight I'm greeted with whenever I walk in the back door:












After we hiked for a while this morning we came to the second beach; dogs normally congregate there but today was exceptional:














I'm not kidding, I'll bet that picture only has half the dogs in it - the rest were either in the woods or behind us or upstream or downstream - there were just dogs everywhere. Notice Ivory in the lower left, surveying the scene, and Wesley just coming up in front of him.











This is Wesley bounding out of the water for about the hundredth time - he should be in the picture dictionary next to "exuberant." That's the lovely Annabelle to the left of him; I don't know those other three out there swimming around.




















This guy was throwing retrieving dummies for his Labs - they were superb athletes and swam like they had gills. Plus they knew the game. But Wesley picked up on it quick and started waiting there every time the guy wound up for a throw. If I brought Charles down here, he and Wesley could play all day!