Ryker would spend all day outside if he could. He brings us his shoes each morning before it is even light out.
Giving Cosmos a scratch.
Poking sticks at Cosmos.
The great escape
Once he cleared the fence.....
He was off. Really, buddy, five acres and I still have to chase you down the road?
"Are you looking at me, tree?"
Yep, no one to my right....
No one to my left....
What can I do to this tree? Aahh yes, poke it with a stick like I do everything else.
Hee Hee, sticks are so much FUN.
Long Day, Good Night.
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