Mom and Roscoe were in Oregon!

Last weekend I forced Mom to stop working (during her vacation) and spend a day at the coast meandering about in the sand with Laura, a small collection of mutts, and me (Matt was at the dentist--poor Matt).



During our day at the coast:

Leia dug one hole:



The humans walked about 5 miles (while, according to the dogs, doling out not-nearly-enough treats):



The dogs ran about 515 miles:



A single tennis ball was retrieved approximately 5,326 times:



10,427 things were sniffed (including the camera):



And Roscoe declared himself king of all he saw:



Thanks for coming Mom!