Today both groups went to Southland.

The morning group welcomed Toshka.  He is 3½ year old Schoodle and is a friend and neighbour of Ryder (who is also a schoodle - very handy for evening and weekend play!)  Toshka was a little nervous at first having never been out with the group  but seemed to relax into it as the walk went on.  By the time we jumped back into the truck for the ride home he was "chillin" in the back seat with Guinness and did not have a care in the world. 

Marty was thrilled to see Wilbur this morning.  As soon as Marty was put in the truck the two of them were at it and they did not stop until I dragged Marty out of the truck at his house.  It was challenging to get and keep the two of them in the crate as they were like two little greased piglets - wiggly and squirming around. 

Bruin came back from holidays today looking very relaxed and happy to see his friends again.  He along with Ziggy and Nicky kept a pretty low profile and just enjoyed going in the water and checking out all the smells and sights. 

One of the fantastic things discovered by Jen's group was a porcupine.  About six dogs scented the poor thing and were trying to get behind a tree to have closer inspection.  Sometimes dogs are so dumb.  We all hightailed it out of that area of the park.

The afternoon group was bit schizo.  There all seemed to want to go in different directions and do different things.  The only thing that they all had in common was their uncontrollable need to be in the mud puddles.  Will they ever GO AWAY???  The only one of the group that did not immerse herself was Bella.  YAY Bella!  Even Cheetos went in but only to his knees because a prince really should not get muddy in front of the lower breeds.  The mud stuck to Grannie Annie's coat like concrete as she laid herself in the mud bushy tail and all. 

Bella and Rover were palling around.  They both enjoy chasing the bikers down the path from inside the fence.  Occasionally you will see a small black streak (Wilbur pumping hard to keep up) behind them.  They both come back grinning like fools and quite proud of their efforts to keep the park safe from bikes. 

Clover's mom left out a bottle of water and collapsible water dish to take on the walk and all the dogs declined the fresh water except for Owen who grabbed the dish after consuming the water and taking off with it like it was toy.

I love my furry friends.