Siblings at play

So Mr. Fenton looks at me and sighs with boredom, as do most puppies when you aren’t paying 100% attention to them. We had just come back from a walk, but it appears that it did not take.

Text my friend, and yes, his sister is available to play. This is good. Tire the puppy out and give me an excuse to take the camera out and build that callus back up on my thumb.

It’s 30 degrees, windy, exceptionally bright, especially for this time of year.

Time to play.