We've had a muddy walk in the field this morning, where Sofy was nearly blending in with the muddy ground:
Wiggle was disappearing in the fog:
But was soon back to me and waiting for me to throw the ball:
Wiggle watches me while Sofy watches the ball:
Keeping close together in the misty field:
Running back to me:
Once he had the ball again, Wiggle was leading the way home:
