Persephone, the Goldendoodle

Percy wasn’t feeling well the past few days, but now she’s back to her normal self. She had a nice grooming last week and is all fluffy!

Max is ten weeks old. He lives next door with Elvis. And he’s pretty darn cute. He’s feisty and not afraid of anything, including Percy (though Percy isn’t so sure yet how to play with him).

See what I mean about being pretty darn cute?

And feisty?

Check out those eyebrows!

Percy doesn’t love dog parks, but I wanted her to run around for awhile.

She did, though she also stuck by my left side a lot (because she is such a good dog).

When I come up the stairs to my front door, I often hear Percy scrambling away. She has developed a sweet habit of waiting for me on my bed because she knows she can get a belly rub. Apparently this afternoon that would have been too much activity. Instead, I walked in to find her on her chair (yes, she has a chair). She pushed herself up and somehow found a way to present belly to me for a rub.

Ben is visiting and wanted to take Percy to the beach. Here they are:

Percy loves Ben. He makes her happy:

Percy got smothered by a wave. The first one shows it just after it has crashed over her head; in the second one she is completely under.

We *had* to go to the beach this morning. So, after drying off, I needed a good back scratch.

See how cool I am?

I love summer.