
Here she is with Steve at the duck pond. No ducks to harrass this morning, though. (Come on, Mom, are you coming, or what?)

The grass was very wet today, so all of Emma's underside is soaking wet. She tried to burrow into everything while I was stopped to take pictures. She's wearing a "gentle lead" collar, which saves my hands and shoulders from her pulling so hard while we're walking. She's pretty small, but very, very strong.

Back in the car at last. Poor Steve - his pants got nuked with mud when Emma sat on him. We need to remember to pack a towel for these walks.

Ahhhhhhh, rub my belly some more, please.
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