On Sundays we chill. As in, we really chill. We go to church, we eat and we sleep. In the afternoons, the man will garden as much as possible (if the heat allows) and I will take Mr Handsome out and play on the grass.
This is usually all the motivation that the dogs need that it is now playtime… Rufous especially becomes alive. Where he usually ignores Penguin’s attempts to play, he now is suddenly in the mood.
Here are a few shots from our time on the lawn.