When I say "GO"

So, to make you all think that I am totally crazy when I talk, as I did in my last post, about my totally fearful dog who spends half the day every week being afraid of the day itself, I thought I would share some pictures from Friday afternoon. Because, at exactly 12:02 in the afternoon on Friday, Koira stopped shaking, asked to go out to potty, and begged for breakfast time. So we went to the park for some fun.

My dogs start out with this expression as I hold up their ball, getting ready to throw

Then all that pretty elegance turns into these expressions, as my count down of "Ready.... Set..." finally reaches the point where I say "GO"

Pallo always ends up looking super worried, as if the ball is his best friend in the world, about to be lost forever in the dark abyss.

The day, by the way, was amazing. Which is good, because the forecast for the next ten days is rain, rain, rain. So I guess its a good thing that, when making the choice between taking the dogs to the park or working on my NaNoWriMo novel for the day, that I chose walking the dogs.

Doesn't Koira look so relaxed and happy in this picture? Doesn't it make you think I must be insane for worrying about how anxious she is?

 And, you know, I may not have gotten anything written for NaNoWriMo yesterday (or today for that matter, bad me), but then, if I had, I would never have a picture of my dogs looking like this.

And besides, it made Koira happy.

Plus, I ended up with my new favorite picture of Pallo