By 5:30 pm, our three four-legged beasts were dog-tired. All three, all at one time.
Panzer was passed out. Reacher was resting (a rarity). Vega was virtually gone. It was more than a Kodak moment. It was a Kodak evening.
That what's you get when an extra-long training session, a winding walk along the nature trail and a ball-chasing outing all happen on the same day. Then of course, there was glorious sunshine and spring temperatures. For man, woman or beast, a day can't get much better than that.
In between activities, Reacher and Panzer were their usual rambunctious selves. Vega was more than happy to join in the fray. There was no crate time. And the two boys don't really understand how to chill out unless they're on lockdown. So, no rest for the weary.
As the day wore on, it was obvious that even Reacher and Panzer were winding down. After dinner, the two of them plus Vega each found a comfortable spot and were silent until bedtime.
The humans in the house enjoyed a rare quiet evening. I think the proverb has got it right - with a minor adjustment: Sometimes it's best when dogs are seen and not heard.
