It was mid-afternoon on Sunday. I had nothing better to do, so I went outside to hang with the herd and kick cactus.
Lucy tried to convince me it was time to remove her grazing muzzle, but I wasn't buying it.
She left in a huff in search of a patch of dirt to roll in.
Imagine that...having to look for a patch of dirt, out here in the land of brown.
Lucy's patch wasn't big enough for three,
so Alan stomped off to find a patch of his own.
I love it when he high-fives the sky.
I'm not sure what makes him happier - a good coating of dust to keep the bugs off...
...or a sky filled with the promise of rain that will keep the grass growing.