R 'n R

Bad Blogger. That's me. I prefer to think of it as infrequent, not bad, but call it what you will. Keelan had to write an exam this morning, so Norm, Rory and I had some time to kill while we waited for him in the south. We ended up at Edworthy Park. New territory for Rory, I think he's only been there once before.






He spent the first while looking around and hoping like heck that a Ridgeback would show up soon.















And...if you can't find a Ridgeback, a couple of Vislas will do in a pinch.





























There is a Dr. Seuss book I remember, titled "Are You My Mother?" In it, a baby bird spends a considerable amount of time wandering around trying to find his mother. Mother? Airplane. Mother? Backhoe. Mother?.... You get the idea. Rory spends his time asking "Ridgeback?" "Ridgeback?" The Vislas only fool him from a distance. This brown dog had him going too. And he was fun to play with. For about 12 seconds.













Now THIS is more like it. We happened upon Rory's brother Ramsay and then the fun really began.














Taking a breather. Wresting with your brother is hard work.















Ramsay's 'brother' Deuce waited patiently (well, mostly patiently) for the big goombahs to finish slobbering all over each other. I looked down and was able to take this shot of Deuce sitting between my feet.
















Considering the teeth-gnashing (pretty teeth, that Ramsay), Deuce was clever to find a protected spot from which to watch the action.
















Some final sprinting, and everybody was ready to go home and nap the afternoon away.