Summertime blues

Though times are hard right now, we still need to find the time to play. All three of us enjoy our walks, bubs chasing dog, dog chasing butterflies, non existent fairies and worst of all other dogs. She picks flowers or weeds, she doesn't care. The house and car is full of bits of grass, seed pods, wheat, essentially anything she finds that catches her eye. Her present trophy is unripe conkers. She just can't wait!

Bubs loves her dog, even though he jumps on her with too sharp claws, pulls on his lead to the point her arm is sore, but he is her dog. So we walk, we play, we chase. The clouds are still present, but there is light in our play.