Doggy sunday morning

Sunday morning jogging is one of our rituals. The boss takes me to the doggy-beach. Great! I can sniff around and play with my palls. Not when this picture was taken though. With all that misty stuff around nobody wants to go out this early. That’s when I showed her that I can run “foot”, if I want to. She even gave me one of the treats, she has in her pocket. Not today. I found myself a nice leftover barbecue sausage. The boss really freaked when she found out my treasure still had wooden pecks in it. No problem for me, I gobbled it down just as easily. I look forward to the next ritual. Sunday breakfast, and then a nice nap, while the boss drinks her coffee and reads her newspapers. Now that’s what I call a doggy sunday morning…