Jennifer jumps at the opportunity and signs up for a cut, which I document with my digi-cam. She's awfully trusting of the woman doing the cutting, and goes for a very short cut, very similar to what I remember her having last year. It looks wonderful, and she says she feel alot better for it. So, Joce and Jen are now part of the short-haired chick club, which has a good number of lilith members this year. They were both going after the same slobbery tennis ball, and it quickly became obvious that Rex has much better manners than Guinness.
Different breeds mean different styles in play.
I'm able to catch the tail end of the sunset this evening, and it pretty much completes the Gorge experience for me. We have a long 10 hour drive tonight to Oregon, of which we'll notice none of - we'll be asleep during the drive and should wake up to a stadium parking lot in downtown Portland tomorrow morning. Designed and maintained by Nettmedia .