We were expecting big noisy thunderstorms to roll in from Oklahoma overnight Wednesday, and I found Langley hiding under my desk, taking shelter and preparing herself for a long night of thunder and lightning and pounding rain. It seems as she's getting older, she's becoming more concerned with the weather, especially severe storms like we get here in the spring. Thursday morning, she was hot on my heels as thunder cracked and rain pelted our roof. And then when the power blinked off for a minute, she practically leaped into my arms, tail wagging nervously and a look of worry on her face.

But she was "worried" about me because it's her job to make sure I don't get scared during these storms, right? At least, that's her plan anyway.  

Spring Fling

It was a beautiful day for a hike to the deserted golf course up the road from our house Monday afternoon.

Somebody had a whole lot of fun, too!

I'm Back!

I've been on vacation and have lots of stories to share and lots of pictures, but boy, is it hard to get back to Real Life again. I've been playing catch up to my catch up and I'm think I'm finally all caught up now. It was great to get away and see places we've never seen before, but it's always nice to come back home again, especially when you have a black lab who missed you terribly while you were gone.

It's only right that I took her out on a play date as soon as I could. 

And now that I've caught my breath and have re-entered Real Life again, I'll be writing and sharing here more often.

Till next time, enjoy the pictures of Langley the Lab playing with her favorite duck (and making some pretty funny faces)!

A Wet Lab Is A Happy Lab

Some days I am just not in the mood for running, and last Friday was one of those days. It was a picture perfect day, a little hot actually, and after I finished up some computer work, I hooked up Langley, loaded up my backpack with her travel water bowl, a bottle of water and her Dockin Duck, her favorite toy in the world and together we headed over to a deserted golf course about three miles from our house. I wanted to try and get some photos of her leaping into the large pond that is located near the bottom of the course. The last time we did this, my shots didn't turn out that great and I wanted to redeem myself. 

Langley set out on our walk full of energy, her tail wagging happily and her nose to the ground. We passed a few other dog walkers on the trail we were on, each dog looking at each other and giving the obligatory snuffling that all dogs do in greeting. As we approached the golf course, which was unfamiliar territory to Langley, she kept looking up at me as if to say, "Momma? (because, of course, she calls me "Momma" just like the kids used to) You sure you know where we're going?", but as soon as we got to the course and she smelled the pond, she knew that we were in the right place.

I picked out a spot that would give her plenty of air (since she was off the leash by this time, she'd already been in to test out the waters a few times and was happily soaking wet), told her to "sit-n-stay" (the ONLY thing she knows how to do) and launched her Dockin Duck into the air where it landed with a splash in the water. She took off, I threw the camera up to my eye, and away we went, Langley happily jumping in the water over and over and me clicking away over and over. 

I never know which sport Langley likes better, running or swimming, but I think after that afternoon, it has become rather obvious that it's swimming. I had to make her "sit-n-stay" a couple times just so she could catch her breath, but she'd always grow impatient and grab her duck and throw it at me to say, "Come on, Momma! Throw it again!"

We must've stayed at the pond for a good 45 minutes before I had to drag her away and start the long walk home, her energy levels noticeably lower on the return journey. I had to practically carry her up the hill that leads to our neighborhood. 

Needless to say, she slept really well that night.

A sad lab is when she has to leave the water to go back home.