what a tasty tennis ball!

 Apparently we're missing some tennis balls for Sailor to chase 

 and we happen to have a plethora of pears falling from the pear tree...

Sailor has found a pear to be an absolutely divine substitute for a tennis ball.

His stomach seems to be a little more iffy about it though...

"Hmm... it's green, it's pretty round for the most part.
It doesn't bounce, but it must be some species of a tennis ball.
It'll do."

Sailor is so intent on this pear-tennis ball hybrid that he's not even aware
of how close Prairie was to stepping on him.

"This is the most scrumptious tennis ball I could ever dream of chasing.
In fact, I shall not even chase it. I'll gnaw on it for hours on end instead."

all it takes is a hot day, a garden hose, and some dog shampoo.

Sailor and Prairie had baths today. It was my solution for getting some sun while having a source of water very conveniently placed- in my hand.

Plus, I was making myself useful. They needed those baths.

Prairie loved it. With all that golden retriever hair, how could she not?

  Sailor endured it gallantly. Shivering, but brave.

My only mistake was thinking that they would dry off quickly running around in the sun...

Sailor's quick-dry method was to roll in freshly mowed grass clippings.

How predictable. Should've seen that coming.

Prairie was thinking along the same lines, as you'll see below...

This pictures is funny to me for two reasons:

1. Prairie's face is squashed into the ground.

2. Augustus is just sitting there, watching in fascination.

NOTHING beats a good roll in grass clippings after a refreshingly cold bath.

Prairie may not be graceful, but she always looks content with how things are...

Wait... maybe her lack of grace is inherited from me.

Just a thought.