Ball? Ball? Did you say ball?

These pictures were taken earlier this summer, when the grass was still green!

I love this picture because my frisbee and my ball are in it with me.

Aren't I hansome?

So, I realize it has been a long time since my last post. I hope you all haven't given up on me. We've been kind of busy around here. Laura takes me for long walks everyday and I also get to play with my kids in the backyard or at a really big field. Laura says I'm the most amazing dog they've ever had. (I could've told her that long ago!) Here's a story about crows that I heard her telling Mat (I'll tell it like Laura's talking and remember I was only 9 months old when this happened). Norman and I were walking by Reed College, which has a huge field, when Norman spotted a flock of crows. He really, really wanted to chase the crows. I had him sit and then unhooked his leash. He just sat there watching the crows and I asked him if he wanted to get the crows, he still sat and looked at me. He didn't go until I said, "go get'em." He ran over to the crows, banked around them and came right back to me and waited. I then asked him if he wanted to go again, but he didn't leave until I told him to go get'em. This time, he didn't automatically come back, but did so as soon as I called him. After he was able to play with the crows, he very nicely continued on our walk.