Fresh Morning Air

Roscoe paused on his run down to the yard to enjoy a good sniff of the fresh morning air—and sniffed and sniffed.

A big sniff of the fresh morning air
A big sniff of the fresh morning air

We left the bedroom for our first run of the day down the steps to the dog yard, but Hu-Dad realized he was one short during nose count. Some puppy was stalled on the upper deck enjoying the many scents coming off the salt marsh.

This went on for a while
This went on for a while

For anyone who thinks those first two photos are duplicates of each other, we suggest you check the tail. Yes, the air was particularly interesting and somepup had to take a while before he said he was ready.

Okay, I'm ready for the day now.
Okay, I’m ready for the day now.
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3 Comments

  1. tammy j on November 16, 2020 at 7:15 pm

    could these wonderful posts get any better? !!!
    they just always make my heart SMILE! and it’s not even morning.
    so I love this herd of furry loves any time of day! xoxo

  2. Debbie and Ruby on November 16, 2020 at 8:25 am

    Was there something interesting in the marsh or was a neighbor cooking bacon!!

  3. Jean Burkhardt on November 16, 2020 at 7:52 am

    Oh Roscoe-you must have sniffed out something REALLY great to stop you on the way to the yard!!! Look at that face.

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