Late afternoon in the yard

Nina in the late afternoon sun. I actually got her to sit/stay and then I waited for her to turn her head.

Tennis Ball and the Homecoming

Nina and Buddy’s tennis ball. A little worse for wear, but ready at a moment’s notice.

“Love my ball! Taking it back to mom to throw for me again. Oh . . . wait! What is that?”

“What’s that noise? Is it . . . HIM?”

“Wait, I need to focus. Let me spit this out.”

“Okay. Now I can really pay attention. YES! It is his car! And he’s going to be coming through the gate any second now! Must. Be. Ready.”

Is there something up there for me?

Nina is our perpetual moocher. If there is food around, or even the hope of food, she’s right there. So it made sense that she’d be underfoot the other night when I was trying out my new pancake lens.

Looking up to the bar where we keep the cats’ food bowl.

Her usual “Aren’t you gonna feed me???” look. We’ve come to the conclusion that the paw lift is completely for eliciting sympathy. It only works when she’s out in the cold. Begging? Not so much.