After a handful of great seasons with birds a plenty, we are now in the doodle doldrums. Warmer, drier conditions limit when and where we go. Yesterday, I went by my lonesome accompanied by the MuttPak, Willa and Abby. Birds werent holding. I was calling dogs in at the truck when they struck this one.

Tugs worms from the ground
Twitters without an Iphone
Flies through pick up sticks



She's not dead. She just smells that way.
Abby rolling in whatever she can find that smells worse.

An old dog does good
Knows the short cuts doodles take
She chuckles at miss.