in which we visit an agility oasis

It might be the middle of winter, and there might be snow and ice, or a giant rain puddle covering the yard from another January thaw (yum!), but those who seek agility practice will not be defeated.

Enter a brief visit to the oasis of agility.

Oh. my. goodness. The dogs were so happy. Reuben would not stop aroooing (ok, so he always arooos when doing agility). Stanley did the happy dance. Sparrow indicated that she wanted the agility to go on forever and ever. Loudly.

Sigh. Happy sigh.

 

 In other news, Reuben wants a jacket with a racing stripe. We'll see if my sewing mojo is up to task.

in which there is an apparent destruction of grass

  So, this is what happens to the yard when it rains and rains and snows and melts and rains again. Don't worry, this grass has super powers. We did this last year, and it came back as green as ever. Of course, last year, there was only one Border Collie trampling through the mud . . .

 Border Collies also play in the snow. At least someone around here has fun in the winter.









 Reuben views winter as a good time to sleep on the couch, wearing a sweater, under a sleeping bag. But, really, when isn't it a good time for that?

 

 Cats do not, I repeat, do not, go outside.
 

 Outside is for heathens. And Border Collies.

in which there are toys

Sylvia always has something to say, and someone to tell on (Sparrow!).