Take Me Out

Yesterday was warm enough for the guys and the dog to have a catch in the backyard after school and work. It won't be long until baseball season begins and we'll be plenty busy with practices and games and fundraising. 

Poor Junie has been out of sorts since Zoe died, and I think she was thrilled to do her favorite thing: play outfield. She is the smartest dog we've ever had--hard to imagine that she was Zoe's pup, but they complemented each other nicely--and the best catching and fetching dog we've ever seen. Not that we've seen a lot of dogs besides ours doing that. . . 

Anyway, Junie has been looking pretty lonely, but I wanted my nephew in Germany to know that Junie is OK and we've been playing with her and taking her for long, long walks on her nice new retractable leash. She has chased lots of cats and squirrels! (Well, she chases them for 15 feet, then the leash jerks her back.) She's not having much luck making friends with the other dogs in the neighborhood, but she's having lots of fun and getting back to normal.

While the guys played baseball, I took this photo of the first bloom in the yard this year; a dwarf iris that someone gave me in a planter for Easter a long time ago beat the crocuses this year. Even the daffodils are beating the crocuses. Must be all the rain and so little sun. 

And now it's cold again. It's supposed to snow tonight.