Now, about the two Springer Spaniels. They're lovely dogs, friendly as all get-out, but H-Y-P-E-R -as- HELL! I know why they call 'em "springers;" when they relax their anti-jump muscles they BOING!!! about 6 ft. straight up and this occurs every few seconds. Charlie & Gizmo are particularly manic and I had to wait about half an hour after letting them out before they slowed down enough to get any pictures.
"Oh, shit! Oh, shit! SLIPPERY! SLIPPERY! SCRAMBLE TIME... OOF!"
"Hey! This not MY poop..."
While waiting for (relative) calmness to descend, I grabbed a few pics of the various holly variants in the back yard. No particular reason; they were pretty and seemed seasonally appropriate:
"I'm as calm as I'll ever be. Now, let's see if
I can knock you over starting... NOW!"
"Is that food? You're holding it near your mouth so it must
be food. If it's NOT food then it OUGHT to be food.
Food is good."
"I'm ready for my close-up, Mr. DeMille."
Hey, I take my amusements where I can find 'em!