Sunday morning. It’s quiet on the dam in Lake Hoorn.
Where is everybody? Wicked is still healing his paw of course.
But I don’t see Joris either, or Pol or Adam. None of the regulars…
Just a couple of Jack Russell terrorists and a Golden you-know-who.
So I’m circling the lake with my human. We do that almost every day.
He throws a stick. I fetch it. He smiles. I get a cookie. Easy!
But I still hope someone interesting will show up.
Feel like a good run on the beach of the lake, anybody?

Have a Super Sunday!
-Anna