BrownStone Serenade

I coerced the fur kids to pose on the front walk this morning. I couldn't resist the light. But at 0730 it was already in the 80's and the dogs quickly retreated to the shade.

The BrownStone Pack decided to have a howl-in as I typed this blog entry. Trask started it from his usual post on top of a kennel dog-crate. Cedar and Koyuk, peacefully sleeping at my feet, awoke and quickly joined in. Trask, still howling, came inside to join the girls. I love the primitive, joyful sound of howling dogs. I am not so sure the neighbors are as appreciative of the chorus. Then again, if they are sitting outside, in the cool evening air, listening to the other sounds of nature while sipping wine, they too may have enjoyed the canine symphony.