Tired dogs

Today we went to the cranberry bog for a run. Well the dogs ran and ran and ran and Li and I walked. We haven't been there in Months! (it's hunting season, so only no hunting on Sundays) But the dogs LOVED it!

They were in an out of the water, chasing each other, racing around like nutcases. I saw a fox, luckily the dogs did not. Li got some good photos, will have to get them off of her camera and post them here.

Once home, I realized the flat coats were loaded with those tiny little cockle burrs, so had to get out the comb and brush them all. They seem to stick to Niche the most, though Obi has a very thick coat so they get rather embedded in him too. James, they practically fall out. Monty doesn't have any problems! Which is good since brushing him in the way I would have to would be a bear. So far, haven't found any ticks on them, but I got one off of James the other day so I'm sure I'll be pulling some off of all the guys from today's romp.

Now the guys are completely wipped out and zonked out on various pieces of furniature and dog beds. Zzzzzz. They won't move till I finally go to bed and kick them outside for one last pee break, then sack out on my bed and be dead to the world till morning most likely.